Thread: The Crumbling Infection  (ThickLeaves x Pastel00)

Lucy made her way through the maze of vehicles. The setting sun, still warm, beat heavily against her bare shoulders. Sweat trickled slowly in small streams down the middle of her back, disappearing behind her tank top. Her green eyes never stopped moving as she moved toward into the unknown town. She had been walking for more than half of the day, basically have been picking any direction to walk in which wasn't infested with the infected. Main roads were usually avoided. However, as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months the infected were everywhere. She had been pushed out of her own home town just days before, and now found herself on the road. Lucy rolled her cocked her head to the side until she felt a small pop. Sighing deeply she adjusted the backpack which was now leaving rashes on her small framed shoulders. If the contents of the bag hadn't been so valuable she would've surely traveled lighter. Inside sat a small medical kit, two bottles of water, and most importantly two pistols and a box of ammo. On her each thigh she bore two more pistols as well as a long hunting knife strapped against her calve. At first glance she would look like a heroine from a zombie thrilling, sadly it was far from the truth. There had been a time where she hated the idea of even holding a gun. Her father had been ex-military and a firm believer in his love for firearms. They had been a typical family. Her mother a correctional analyst, an annoying younger brother, and an overprotective dad. When the virus first hit they had been at the lake, a family Sunday Funday tradition of the Blake family. A man had stumbled from the hiking trail, covered in blood. Her father, mother, and another couple rushed to his aid. It wasn't until her mother had held the dying man trying to comfort him he turned on her. Lucy would never forget the scream or desperatly trying to shield her brothers young eyes. It happened quickly. Before she knew it she was dragging her sibling into the thicket, running away from the morphed faces of her own parents. She hadn't made it to the house before her brother was taken. She had dared not look back as his screams filled her ears. Lucy stayed in their storm shelter for weeks before the infected moved on and she was able to venture out. She made trips from the house to the cellar until supplies ran out and the sounds of the infected neared. Six months she spent there alone. Leaving was almost as hard as hiding from the infected. Her childhood memories faded as did the old Lucy. She had been a medical student, wanting nothing more than to share her compassion as nurse. A typical eighteen year old starting the best years of her life. Now she found herself living in fear, uncertainty, and constant death. She wouldn't recognize her own reflection now. The sound of sudden skrieks pulled her away from her thoughts. Lucy's eyes widened as she quickly ducked behind a sideways parked truck. Her stomach dropped, feeling for the metal of the pistol. She hadn't been forced to fire one yet, knowing it would be her last resort due to the shot being heard. If she did so it would surely draw more to her location in seconds. For close emergencies she had the knife. Hesitantly she stood up not hearing any more noise. The town's entrance was only another mile up the road and nightfall was coming quickly. Without giving herself the chance of self argument she made a dash towards the buildings. Though she was petite in stature Lucy had been a gymnast all through high school, giving her the small advantage of being agile. Focusing on her breath and surroundings Lucy sighed in slight relief as the buildings soon towered over her. Debris crunched under her boots as she slowed her pace. She panted slightly, searching for her breath. The sounds of screams echoed around her, even closer this time. Fuck she cursed shaking her head. With a small skip she picked her speed back up. Lucy's eyes narrowed as a figure stood ahead. Swallowing back the sudden sight she sped up slightly, Not possible.. she muttered to herself. She hadn't seen another living person in months and wondered if she truly was one of the last. How far this virus had spread was unknown to her having lost contact with the outside world not shortly after the outbreak. At one point she had heard rumors about Utah. Once the figure came into complete view her heart skipped a beat. She stood a few feet from the person, realizing it was a man. Lucy pulled out the pistol from her right holster and aimed it him. Her hands shook obviously never having held a firearm before. Before she could make out another word a figure stepped from around the corner. Lucy dropped her arm and ran into the ally, We have to get out of here her voice trembled with a mixture of emotions.