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Post by Emily Clarke on Dec 29, 2012 11:32:24 GMT -8
She had done it. She had made it out of the city, off of the campus, out of the swarms of infected people, who had no sense of who they were left. She was walking down the long stretch of highway, a tear streaked face. Emily thought through her situations, I am alone, That much was true, she hadn’t met anyone not infected that had any interest with letting a young girl tag along. They were out of there quicker than they had entered. She shouted after them but they wouldn’t stop. This had happened a few times. I want to get home. Her father was a strong military man and would be able to handle whatever had attacked his family. All she needed to do was get home, or run into to him along the way.
It was a brisk day, she was bundled up in a heavy jacket, and wore leggings under her pants. The layers of clothes not only protected her from the cold day, but also from any attackers that were to sneak up on her. She whimpered as she stubbed her foot in a pot hole in the side of the world. She looked down to it and wondered how this had formed. That was when she heard something approaching, he subconscious prayed it was a survivor, one who was calling for a young girl and promised to take her home. A knight in shining armor, but when she spun around all she saw was a man in tattered clothes, and a crooked head coming towards her. She let out another sob, and watched as she tried to make his way through the maze of cars. This stretch of road that was in between two exits was quite crowded with abandoned vehicles, she was sure the further down she got the less traffic there would be, maybe she would even find a car she could start and get out of here faster.
She would have got in a car earlier, but the thought had been pushed aside by the need and instinct to run. This man was coming up to her fast. She took a few steps back and then turned to run, she got a few strides in and saw another coming towards her on the horizon, this one was quicker. She would have to take her chances in the cover of forest, she bolted to her left, and entered a forest that stretched for a couple of exits, she ran past trees, and hoped over roots, and felt her energy draining, she knew she passed the one that was coming towards her but was too scared to look back and trip. She finally came to a slow at the edge of the forest, when the forest would turn into a paved city, she got back on the main road at that point, she caught her breath and continued thinking. She knew she was going the right way to get home, she just wished the destination was just that much closer.
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Post by Travis Hudson on Jan 17, 2013 9:19:34 GMT -8
The pick up wasn't going to last much longer if he kept this up. Constant acceleration, and looking back over his shoulder was probably going to be the death of him. So when he saw the large traffic jam ahead of him, he dropped the hammer on the break. The burning rubber filled his nose, and he slammed a hand on the steering wheel. He looked as far as he could see, and only grew more frustrated. Slower traffic keep right... he grumbled God, he didn't need this!
He shifted the automatic to reverse and glanced behind him once again, he but he slowed his thoughts this time. The truck, was an animal, and it would with out a doubt prevail in a little off road riding. Wouldn't it? he thought so, so he shifted back to drive and wheeled this thing right over the pavement, he was on the tough terrain now constant bumps were jerking him up and down and side to side, he could barely see anything but shrugged that off, he'd been driving blind all night.
He caught a glimpse of a blonde girl seemingly running in between two zombies. Was she really weighing her odds as to which one she could slip past the easiest? This poor girl would probably trip and both would get her... Uh oh, conscience kicking in. He pulled to a slow as he bit his lip while a wheel kicked out of a dip. He grabbed the fire axe from its mount in the back seat and jumped out the drivers side door, he hoped back up onto the highway, "Need a little help?" he offered as he stepped up next to her, facing the feen closest to her.
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Post by Emily Clarke on Jan 24, 2013 23:06:02 GMT -8
Jogging back and forth between which infected monster she was going to let tear her apart was just as bad as not making up your mind while sitting in a drive through. Everyone’s tapping there foot and rolling their eyes- everything there is bad for you- just pick one. She stood in the middle, nearly in tears as both were coming in closer to her. She didn’t want to die! She just wanted to find her sister! Even her parents! This couldn’t be happening! She wasn’t about to die out here, no she had to make a decision… instead of North or South… how about East of West. Yes now she was thinking, options.
The answer to her prayers rolled up she shot a glance, risking it really. She couldn’t afford to take her eyes off either of these monsters, and yet alone have one to her back while she gawked at the new spectator. She wanted to scream for them to help. But she couldn’t really rely on anyone these days, not when there were humans like these two walking along this Earth. She observed the one closest to her, the jaw looked broken, possibly he fell and it broke on impact- or someone had taken a swing at him but ultimately lost the match.
He wore a dark button up, and his jeans were nearly shredded from wear and tear out here on the road. Crimson stained the front of his shirt. Crimson that did not belong to him. Emily wasn’t about to have her own blood added to that mix. She looked at the ground for anything… shattered glass… a gun? Anything? No of course not, there was some litter, but what was an empty snack sized bag of Sun Chips gonna do for her? That was when the voice of a saint filled her ears, and a man much taller than her own young adolescent self emerged from her panic. The tears were flowing now. Embarrassed as she was, she couldn’t help the overwhelming joy that this living breathing talking human had come to her rescue. She hoped she wasn’t about to get him killed. ”Yes please,” her voice a panicked whisper.
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