Post by Carari Grey on Apr 12, 2020 9:32:57 GMT -5
2010
Nothing tasted better than a good cigarette after a night of surviving zombies and BOWs. She was in the wastelands now with nothing but the dirty clothes on her back, messed up black hair, black marks on her face with blood, and the 9mm glock on her person. Needless to say she had been through hell at the simple age of 21 trying to make it to D.C. where President Sears resided.
The moans of the zombies behind her could be heard and she did her best to stay ahead of them. She didn't have enough bullets to fight them all. While one or two zombies weren't usually that bad, it was the hoards that killed people. She found an abandoned house on the road and inspected it. Knocking on the door and windows to see if anybody was inside. Once she knew the place was empty and she began boarding the doors and windows to protect from the incoming zombies. She hated zombies, but that was the way the world worked now. Zombies everywhere.
Carari took another inhale of her smoke and watched through the boarded up window what was to come. More survivors came through the area about to head right into the zombie swarm, and with any luck they wouldn't come crashing her party in here to stay safe. Carari knew the best way to survive a night like this was to go it alone. People just got in the way, and once people got involved you normally ended up dead.
"Survival of the fittest."
