Thread: Land of the Dead. (Cr0ssy994 x Risky_Business)

Things were.. different, to say the least. It was difficult for anyone to adjust. Molly Locke would have never guessed this would actually happen, even after all the movies and comics she had read about. But it did. Never say never. She would have never guessed that the 4 year bachelor degree she had been working so hard for, would no longer matter. Her family and friends were no longer a phone call away. It had made her regret things she should have done when she had the chance. She spent most of her time thinking about all her regrets. Molly grew up in a small town but had dreams of living in a big city. Her father, a strict military vet, had taught her as much as he could about survival. Molly dreaded those lessons. Shooting range and some quick lessons on tracking in the woods, what berries to eat, how to make shelter. You name it. But if there was one thing her father always taught her, it was to be prepared. When she had decided after high school to move to the city for college, her family was reluctant. It was far from home, her mother pleaded with her to attend state college but Molly refused. The dreams she had of living in the city were to close to becoming her reality to give up. Her father rarely showed emotion though she knew he loved her. He accepted her decisions. She had been living in the city for 4 years now and now called it home. When the outbreak in her town hit she was on her way home from her 6 pm class and it was dark. She had just pulled up to her apartment complex and before she could make it to her building door, she saw one. Trapped in the entry way hall that led to all the apartments. She could remember the screams coming from the building. Molly had left the building reluctantly, her roommate should have been home and after several calls that failed she gave up hope. She had called all her loved ones, her father and mother. Sisters, her brothers and nothing. She was almost paralyzed with fear, the sadness that her family could be gone and she was so far away. Guilt ran over her and the only thing she could think of was to drive home so she did. She drove for what seemed like forever, the roads were jam blocked with abandoned cars but she pressed on, determined to get home but her attempts seemed to fail again when the highway roads became too blocked. She made her way through the small town which seemed desolate and empty. What was happening? She could barely believe what she was seeing. Her car drove slowly down the road. Her eyes wondered around her as she looked for any life and then she heard it. The puttering of her car as it ran out of gas. She needed to search for gas, anything. Before leaving her car she grabbed her 'survival pack,' the one thing her father made her promise to do and right now, she couldn't be happier he did. Clothes, a few bottled waters, dried food, first aid Swiss army knife and gun. She walked through the town for hours before coming upon an empty gas station. As she walked closer she saw a little boy sitting alone. She had no choice but to help him, where were his parents? He had said they got sick. Molly got the gas and took the boy back to her car and it was them for days until they came upon a group of 10 people. Men, women and even 2 children. They accepted her and Logan. And they were fine, night were tough but they kept their ground. They had kept things quiet, searched for food in the town during the day in groups. They had a system going which seemed to be going great until that night. Molly was gathering wood in the forest when she heard the screams. She turned, dropping the bundle of wood and ran towards the camp and as she ran over the hill, fucking walkers everywhere. She heard scream after scream. Molly grabbed her bag from her tent, leaning against the tent and grabbed her gun before she walked towards the walker. Bang, bang, bang. Three in the head. LOGAN! Molly screamed as she moved closer into the camp, killing as many undead as she could. Logan! She couldn't see Logan, she couldn't see anybody. She had no choice to run. She shot at a walker. Over here! Hey! She was screaming, trying to taunt the walkers towards her in hopes it would save someone's life. They began to wards her, she grabbed her backpack, slinging it over her shoulder before she took off into the woods. Molly was fast, she zipped by trees and moved swiftly. She was in the zone until she saw a tall figure a few feet away in the woods. She stopped, her feet sliding on the ground beneath her. She pulled out her fun and aimed it, looking deep in the woods. She let out a whistle as she hid herself behind a tree, her eye out from the corner as she waited for the unmask figure to appear.