Thread: Dead Flesh, Living Body – Loki Odinson&Defiant.Anjeru

RE Dead Flesh, Living Body SnivellusDefiant.Anjeru Hours had passed and the sun was beginning to set being out at night wasn't the safest option, what with most of the US' inhabitants transformed into flesh eating, mindless monsters. Mia needed to find somewhere to sleep, as well as find a map. She knew she had to head west, but that was the extent of her knowledge when it came to Spinner's End. Leave it to God to put the only hope for survival on a little island she'd never heard of. She pulled her truck into the parking lot of a motel she was still on the back roads, but there was a chance the infected could be inside. Her pistols she set within her holsters, hands then grabbing up her shotgun she loaded the shells and stepped out of the vehicle, carefully shining a flashlight as she explored the grounds of the motel. The office was unlocked and hell, even the windows were shattered. Furniture was tossed about, broken, wall hangings and pictures askew and disorderly. Steps were careful, planned, her FBI training making her cautious, maybe overly so. The desk was torn apart, drawers out and papers everywhere. Kneeling down, she set the flashlight in her mouth and sifted through the papers a few moments later, she stood, a map in her hands. She would have looked over it, but a shuffle of noise had her shoving it in her pocket and taking the shotgun into both her hands. Her head dipped down to set the flashlight in the gun's cradle for a light, then stepped carefully through the room. When she reached the door, one of those creatures a girl who she could have sworn looked no more than fourteen came at her, screeching. She stumbled back, grip somewhat slipping from the sweat now coating her palms shit, she never got used to seeing those empty eyes, or that deathly pale skin, or a mouth smeared with blood. She moved out of the way, the girl stumbling into the desk Mia took aim and pulled the trigger, averting her eyes as the back of the girls' head exploded and her body slumped to the floor, at least now truly dead. Time to get out of here, she thought. She trotted back out to her truck, having to shoot two more that had come from somewhere to investigate the noise. Blood now splattered across the side of her truck, she grimaced and kicked the corpses out of her way, climbing back into the rig and setting her shotgun on the seat. More came running as she slammed the door, slamming the key into the ignition and starting up the engine. They pounded at the windows, but she hit the gas before they could break the glass. Her tires threw up a cloud of dust as she roared out of the lot, and back onto the road. Hours later, she parked the truck off the road and killed the engine. Killed all the lights, and made sure every door and window was locked. It was like this, she climbed into the back seat with her pistol, and caught a couple hours of shut eye. It went like this for days on end searching places for food, or supplies, information, maps, even gas from desolate fuel stations, then out somewhere desolate to sleep. Her ammo was faring decently, but she had to use it sparingly, using her truck to take out any of the creatures should they have come in too many numbers. She couldn't afford to get bit, or die, and she was going to make them work for it if they tried. That didn't mean it wasn't beginning to wear on her how could it not? Suck it up, she hissed to herself as she curled up to sleep, grip tight on her pistol, a week later. Right now, she wished for a shower above all things. But at least she was alive, no need to be picky.