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[Shaan C. Vladislav]

She felt a shiver run down her spine as she opened her ice blue eyes. She let them wander on the girl sleeping next to her. The long red hair that curled down her back and the freckles that spotted her skin. She was utterly beautiful. Shaan smiled as she curled closer to her, she drifted off into a sleep, it was only the two of them, and it was perfect, just like she had always wanted.

She jumped at the sound of a girl screaming. She turned to hug Megan close, a shudder ran down her spine. She was gone. She stood, brandishing her crossbow, she charged to the back, her stomach twisting into knots as she kicked the storage room door open.

There on her side was Megan, grasping her throat as a zombie tried to pull her close again. Shaan let the arrow fly as she looked her best friend in the eye. ”…No, no NO! Not you, hell not you Megan!” She screamed as her friend put her bloody palm to Shaan’s cheek. She smiled, the light in her grey eyes fading. ”…Kill Me Corrie…I love you... I can’t be like them…” she spoke softly, the words gurgled in her throat.

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She stumbled out onto the street, her face streaked with blood, eyes far away and her hands shaking. The bow mounted on her back. The black shirt tight to her body, her jeans spattered in dried blood as she walked down the street, the bag slung over her shoulder about to slip and fall. She seemed almost numb to the world and the ways. She moved with no sense of purpose or care. The empty cans on the street she let her feet hit with no regard.

She fell to her knees, she looked at her palms and felt the salty tears burn down her cheeks. She was alone and she knew it. How would she survive like this, So alone and forgotten? She sighed and waited. Someone would come along, zombie or human, whichever it be. She only prayed she would die quickly.

[Sgt. Aramil Cassidy]

New york, A place Aramil had only been once and when he was here it was littered with debri from the two towers falling. He had come here to search for survivors trapped in the fallen buildings. It was odd how quiet new york was then but it was just as quiet now as it was back then. Only this time it was because everyone was dead or so it looked that way. With a handful of ammo Aramil had finally come to new york after a very long trip, the reason why he was here? It was one of the capitals of the country there should be more survivors here then any place.

He hoped he would find a group and build a city again with walls and protection to start over. But from the looks of it seems that wasnt the case. The streets were littered with debri, abandonded cars, bottles, papers, and even money. This place looked worse then anything he had ever seen. It was like a disaster movie that he had watched not long ago that came to life. What was really odd was that the streets were not filled with the infected. They were rather bare, a few infected here and there but nothing Aramils silenced Scout couldn't take care of easily.

Moving slowly through the streets tactically checking every corner making sure he didn't run into a horde of undead around the corner he saw something down the block at the end of the street. He raised his scout and was ready to take a shot when he saw it was not a zombie it was a real human! She was covered in blood which made him think was this really a human? Or just a fresh infected person? Aramil decided it would be best to have a closer look.

Upon almost reaching the end of the block he saw the woman drop to her knees and look at the blood on herself. He raised the scout once more looking through the magnified scope seeing closer now that she was not a infected zombie he peeked around the corner of the street, as he did his heart wrenched. A large horde of zombies were at the end of the street. He tried to count them but lost count at twenty five. They filled the whole street and were headed for the woman.

"PSSST!" Aramil tried to get her attention as the zombies got closer every second. "Lady get out of the street! Theres a horde coming!" He half whispered half yelled to her. But he could see she was numb to the world at this moment. So he did what he did best as a SWAT officer. He came out from the corner of the street and ran to her grabbing her by her arm. He then ran back to the building he was hiding from and found the storefront door. He pushed it open closed it behind him locking it. He then dragged her to the cash register and placed her under the corner counter hiding her.

Aramil kept down with her only peeking over the counter out the full glass window store front watching the horde go by oblivious to their location. He was amost certain that they had been caught but it seemed they were just passing by. He looked at the girl covered in blood and put a finger up to his mouth "Shh, stay quiet" He whispered to her.