As a bird chirped nearby, Felicja cursed and threw a rock at it. Stupid bird. Stupid rock. Stupid everything. Of course she missed, but it still soothed her anger. Barely. As she trudged through the trees, she couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. What if she ran into one of those.. Thingies. That’s all she had thought to call them. Ugh, stupid thingies. She didn’t even know where she was, all she knew was that her dress was ripped. (Courtesy of a Thingie.) and people were dying. She had yet to shed a tear over that fact, but she could feel reality sinking in. That’s why she simply had to keep going.
Having yet to run into any live people since she made it out of town, she was a little worried to say the least. Were they all dead or something?! How the hell was that possible? It couldn’t be true. If that were the case, there was simply no way she would be left standing out of all people. Unless God chose her because she had nice hair, she didn’t know what to think. She didn’t even know how long she’d been walking so far. It felt like forever.
As she stopped to reach into her purse, a small snap came from her left. Holy crap this was it. Did he find someone with better hair?! Was she about to die?! “Um, hello?” she called out before smacking herself. Way to sound like every blonde from every American horror movie, Felicja. “I mean uh.. I know you’re there!” she added. Hopefully that was better. Maybe thingies respected originality….