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For a brief moment, Jane was lost in another world. One would think being four stories high in a room littered with office supplies and blood stains would be enough to hold Jane’s attention like usual. Today felt strange—and unlike any other day. She had no reason to feel this way unless the odd feeling was an imminent death, but that was pretty much threatening every waking moment of her life now. Down below she looks at the outside of a one-way city street. Aside from the grime and overgrown plants that had overtaken the streets, three walkers sullenly inched their way around the area. There was one more she could see that was trapped under the tires of a crashed car.
When she was small Atlanta seemed like a wonderland to her, now it’s just a death trap she’d been stuck in for what seemed like forever. She finally lets out a distressed laugh and covers her face, “We have to get out of Atlanta, David.” she said earnestly. She looked down at the boy who was laying, back to the ground, eyes on the broken light fixtures that lined the office ceiling. “David.”
David jolted a bit and turns his face towards Jane, “I’m sorry,” he paused, “I just….Jane, I’m so hungry.”
Jane looks down at him with her brows furrowed, then turns her attention back to the glass windows. She took a few steps towards the wall still looking outside, but from the very most right side of the room. There she could see it, even though it was a bit far in sight line. A hoard of walkers pacing down the street away from the one-way David and her had been holed up in. A car alarm goes off in the distance and they make their way across the street seemingly following it. Soon after, the three walkers inhabiting the one-way street followed suit. The only one left behind was the walker stuck beneath the tires, pressed in to the pavement.
Jane shakes her head. She’d been snapped out of her hunger-induced, spiritless daze.
“No, I’m sorry.” she says and tosses him the bag of broken granola pieces, “Eat the rest of these, we’re scavenging as much as we can today and leaving Atlanta.”
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Early mornings these past few days were filled with haze. If any part of the day didn’t consist of escaping walkers, finding supplies or sleeping, David always had his old life on his mind. Even after, what was it?—6,7,8 months? It was hard to keep track. He still thought about it in great detail. Like his parents in New York…the girl who’d make him and his friends free drinks at Starbucks when they came in after practice…even his old English teacher who endearingly gave him such a hard time about his attendance in class. He’d go back and forth in his mind about their fates, but David knew it was pretty much pointless. Jane always told him: If they’re dead, there’s nothing you can do about and if they’re alive, power to them. The point is you have to stay alive and there is no time to get distracted by wondering.
He knew that was only half-true. Jane was lost in thought a lot this past week. He couldn’t help, but spend his free time doing the same. They had been holed up in this office building for the last five days, occasionally going up and down floors looking everywhere they could. And now they were now down to their last bits of granola that Jane was willing to let him eat. “Thanks..” he said and tilted the bag up to get every last bit. He crumbled the bag and threw it aside, “Where are we going?”
Jane pointed a finger up to the ceiling, “First we’re going on the roof.”
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