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Maya wandered the dusty streets, burned and beaten houses that she could only assume were once cookie cutter and “the American Dream” lined her path. She didn’t have anywhere in particular to go, only to find a decent place to spend the night that had working locks and maybe untouched windows, a rare place to find indeed. She had been going on about three days straight no sleep and she was feeling it in her bones and definitely her reflexes. She knew she had taken an inventory check just an hour or two ago, but she kept having that itching feeling to continue to check. She pushed it away though, knowing it was only paranoia at this point. Her eyes lazily wandered around, tracking windows and alleys between the houses, seeing as the houses were barely a persons wing-span apart. But before she could really stop her self, her mind started to wander, past finding shelters and watching for the rotting dead. To home. Her mom and dad.. her dog.. god she hadn’t taken a moment to even think about them. Her parents both passed a few years before this apocalypse was even a thought. Her mom was battling breast cancer, stage 3 when diagnosed and fighting hard. Mariah would like to say she handled her death pretty well, almost expecting it sadly. Her father was a different story. Her father died via suicide. He fell into a deep depression after her mother’s death, understandable though seeing as Mayas’ mother was his soulmate, or so he used to always say. But her dog! Damn did she miss Ren. Serenity was her pup of 4 years, a gift for her 18th birthday. Her parents thought she needed a companion for when she moved out, and were they right. Maya tried to keep with with Ren with this all started, but sadly she ran out one day when she didn’t find a secure enough place, ironically she dipped through the dog door without Maya even realizing it till the next morning.
Before Maya even realized it she was tripping on what she thought was air for a moment. She looked down to realize she was of course tripping over mostly consumed carcass or what appeared to be a dog of some sort. Classy. She cringed and kicked the carcass aside with her boot, looking up and around at her surroundings. She realized how many zombies seemed to dabble the area in front and to her left of her. “Well shit,” She mumbled, her other hand gripping her axe “Just another day I guess.” She sighed and she slowly backed up, wondering if she caught any of their attention. Of course as she expected, she drew at least a fews eyes “Fuck it.” She cried as she turned on her heel and sprinted to her right, the street seeming open and almost endless as she sprinted down it. She was worried she’d cut her face, her axe swinging back and forth with her momentum as she moved. She realized how loud her feet were as they hit the cracked and crumpled asphalt, a tiny panic hitting her as she realized how much more attention she could draw to anything. More zombies, people, any kind of fucking animal affected by some illness or not. She did not need anything more than the small group she was already dealing with.
novacid
Before Maya even realized it she was tripping on what she thought was air for a moment. She looked down to realize she was of course tripping over mostly consumed carcass or what appeared to be a dog of some sort. Classy. She cringed and kicked the carcass aside with her boot, looking up and around at her surroundings. She realized how many zombies seemed to dabble the area in front and to her left of her. “Well shit,” She mumbled, her other hand gripping her axe “Just another day I guess.” She sighed and she slowly backed up, wondering if she caught any of their attention. Of course as she expected, she drew at least a fews eyes “Fuck it.” She cried as she turned on her heel and sprinted to her right, the street seeming open and almost endless as she sprinted down it. She was worried she’d cut her face, her axe swinging back and forth with her momentum as she moved. She realized how loud her feet were as they hit the cracked and crumpled asphalt, a tiny panic hitting her as she realized how much more attention she could draw to anything. More zombies, people, any kind of fucking animal affected by some illness or not. She did not need anything more than the small group she was already dealing with.
novacid