Thread: Survivors of New York City..Closed for Niah and myself

Alesha Colehill Age 27 It had been about six months since the world had gone to hell in a handbasket. However Alesha was beginning to think that no matter how much time passed, she would never become used to this new life. It was too dark, painful and horrifying. The worst of it all was that those words more described the surviving human race than the actual walking dead. That was the problem with humans when things looked bleak, instead of coming together, they began to rip each other apart. When the walkers started decimating the city, it didn't take long for a gang of vile hooligans to band together and take advantage. They had no issue with abusing the already vulnerable people of this world. Stealing, vandalizing, looting, raping, killing... they did it all. Alesha had managed to avoid their grasp, but still had witnessed their crimes. Whenever she heard them approaching, her first instinct was to either run or hide. She had, had a particularly close call only last week. She was out in the open, with no nearby buildings to shelter in. Alesha had heard their car engines and she knew that any minute they would find her. She couldn't fight, they always traveled in groups and she would have had no chance. So she had been forced to hide among a pile of dead bodies. Scrambling underneath the corpses, she had closed her eyes and pretended to be dead also. The smell of rotting flesh had been horrific and it had taken all of her willpower not to give herself away. Luckily the gang eventually moved on and after about half an hour, she had emerged. The woman had vomited for several minutes afterwards. Although she had been a nurse before the world had collapsed, it had made very little difference. Back then Alesha didn't exactly have to lie underneath decomposing bodies that were oozing God knows what out of God knows where. She had managed to find an abandoned motel and had sat in the shower for hours, simply sobbing. Even till now she felt that the smell was still on her. The young woman was today held up in a building near some construction site. On her person she had only three items a baseball bat, shortened javelin and a bag to keep them both in. No food, no keys to a car, no gun, nothing else that could possibly help her. Alesha lived day to day and often found whatever she needed from abandoned homes or stores. The temptation to overload her bag with food every time that she hit a goldmine was strong. However the extra weight slowed her down and made her an easier target. Better to go hungry for a couple of days and live, instead of die with a bag full of food. She had, had the good sense to arm herself fairly early on during the outbreak, her first instinct to grab herself a baseball bat. However she soon discovered that real life wasn't like the movies. You needed to kill the brain of walkers in order to stop them. Something that was actually quite hard to do with a bat. She didn't have the strength required for the type of powerful swing needed to kill with one hit. So in the beginning she often found herself smacking them around the head, only to have them stumble slightly and then carry on towards her. One night she had sought shelter in her old high school and that's when she stumbled upon the javelins in the sports hall. She had taken a broken one on purpose, as it was easier to carry and use. The sharp, strong device got the job done when needed. Which actually wasn't as often as you might think. First rule of a zombie apocalypse, avoid fights! If you can get out of the situation without having to use a weapon, do it! She had survived this long by knowing when to run, not by stopping and attempting to kill everything in sight. As Alesha was wandering around the business block, she could hear some commotion from outside. She didn't dare take a peek through the window though. If anyone saw her looking they would soon come running up here. So Alesha kept her head down and just waited for it all to be over. However her heart stopped when she could hear footsteps coming up the stairwell that lead into the building. Without hesitation she began to run. Reaching one of the back office rooms, she rushed inside and closed the door behind her. Her eyes began darting around for somewhere to hide. They landed on a large cupboard and she forced herself inside. Alesha gripped her bat so tightly that her hands began to hurt a little. She preferred to run, but if there was nowhere to go, then she had no choice but to fight. The bat wasn't great with walkers, but it might be enough to knock a human on their ass. Alesha's breathing became shallow and it almost stopped as she tried to be as quiet as possible. She was trembling slightly, her eyes wide and just hoping that the person wouldn't find her.