Almost five months ago to the day, the outbreak started. People were assured that it was a simple flu, that a cure was being worked on and that no one should worry.
A week following.. Those who had been “sick”, had died and New York erupted into chaos as the biters took over the city. Slowly, city after city became overrun with the living dead, out to rip apart every living human they encountered.
Now, only small tribes and groups of people remain in this world of undead. Always moving, always fighting, never trusting one another and biters are never too far behind…
Finally, a place to rest. Somewhere calm..
The small group, with members from all over the states, had settled down in a clearing in the woods. While Sara wasn’t too pleased with the location, it was better then nothing. She protested the fire, but instead of fighting with the leader of their group, she retired to her tent.
Just as the brunette had laid down, and seemingly closed her eyes for just a moment, an ear-piercing scream ripped through the silence and startled her awake. Without a pause in her movements, Sara yanked on her boots and collected her backpack, packed very sparingly with only what she needed. How no one had seen, or heard, the undead was beyond her understanding but this was the hand they were dealt.
Grabbing her sawed off shotgun, she forced it between her belt and her jeans before grabbing her pistols as she exited the tent. The number of walkers alarmed her, how could there be so many?! No one heard them!?
Raising her gun, she took out a few walkers, before she heard the sound that no one would ever want to hear in this day..
Click, click, click.
“Shit, shit, shit-!” Sara growled as she reloaded her gun as quickly as her hands would allow; what had started out as a peaceful night for her small group, that had finally found a place to rest, had turned into a night of terror as a horde of walkers suddenly emerged on them.
When she heard someone yell run, she didn’t think twice. She didn’t think about the possibility of being bitten, of being lost, or of loosing her group.. It came down to fight or flight, and the latter option was her best. When it all boiled down, it was fight for yourself or die. And Sara wasn’t ready to die.
Running through the woods with no light, though, was much harder then anyone would have imagined. Several times, she tripped, nearly fell – and did, at one point, fall down an embankment. She hadn’t even seen it, until it was too late.
Ending up at the bottom of this.. steep hill, Sara winced out in pain as she landed into a shallow river, of sorts, and glanced around quickly for walkers. When she didn’t see any, she slowly stood and frowned. Soaking wet, now, tired.. cold.. She had to find somewhere to rest, and to try and get her bearings.
Another while of walking along a dirt road, in god knows where, found Sara a cabin. She checked her surroundings, as best she could, before nearing it. Knocking gently on the door, she placed her ear to the door.. but didn’t hear anything, so she forced her door open and closed it. Locking it, and placing a chair infront of it, under the door handle - for good measure.
Sighing, she took the closest seat she could find and plopped down into it. Running her hands through her long hair. “Shit..” she mumbled. It was odd, being all alone again.