Thread: El Cajon, California

Name Precious Daniels Location El Cajon - Her apartment Attire Black bra under an aging white wife beater male tank top, cut off shorts, cut daisy duke style. Wide belt with amo bag attacked, army green camo bag on back, knee high black combat boots, black cotton gloves. Weapons Curently two rifles, one strapped to her back the other in hand, pocket knife in back left pocket, revolver tucked in back of shorts, anything else she has which at this point isn't much is in her pack. DateTime July 4th, 2025 Before sun up Tagging OPEN Precious was always up before the sun, that bought her as much time as she could possibly get to start moving. Her apartment was on the fourth floor of an otherwise abandoned apartment complex. Which wasn't the case only a few weeks ago. Seemed there were always screaming kids, crying babies and women cursing out their lazy ass husbands in Spanish. They were all gone now, all dead.... Turned into the walking dead, and of course being the good neighbor she was, she put a bullet into each of their heads. Alright so she didn't shoot all of them, some of them she enjoyed killing them far more than she should so she instead bashed their heads in with the butt of one of her rifles. She tried not to do that much however. For two reasons, the first reason was that she didn't want to become just like the mindless bastards who created these monsters, and the second. Well the second was really the more important reason. She kinda got sick of cleaning up off the guts of people she didn't like. As Precious made her way to her kitchen, covered from head to toe with clothing that allowed her to dart quickly out a door or window if bad shit started to happen she couldn't help but remember how things used to be. She remembered being able to walk to her kitchen half naked, finding her eldest brother Richard sprawled out on the couch, telling her to put some fucking pants on. Like he cared anyway, he was half blind in the mornings, and it wasn't like she didn't have on a pair of panties. She used to bitch at him back them about it, but now, she missed those days. She sighed as she placed her hand on the coffee maker and shook her head slowly, she could really go for a cup, but even the slightest noise seemed to draw them, even from miles away. She couldn't understand how, it just, seemed to happen. They came first for Derek, the younger of her two brothers, after he was turned, then went her mother and father. She and Richard fought them off long as they could, but last night.... Last night she had to put a bullet in his head. He wasn't turned. Not yet, but he was bitten, and he told her to do the deed. It broke her heart knowing that she was alone now. She had her boyfriend still, somewhere. Least she figured he was still alive. He had to go to out of town on business before shit went down. She was glad that he did. Glad to know there was a chance that he survived. He was a hard ass and she wouldn't even want to turn him if she could avoid it. Precious shook her head of the thoughts. She couldn't think of him being gone. Right now he was her only strength, knowing that he was ok. She hadn't gone to his home, hadn't seen his family. She wasn't brave enough to find out they were dead... Or worse... Turned. She pushed the coffee maker away from her before she made her way into the living room, placing a hand on the couch she lowered her head. 'What are you doing old girl? You can't fight them alone, you can't live that long,' She thought before pushing herself off the couch and walking over to her fire escape window. She glanced out, down at the streets, they were all but abandoned. dead bodies, abandoned cars, that was all that lined them now, and the noise... Or rather the lack there of, the absolute silence, the deadly silence. It was enough to make anyone's skin crawl, no town should be this quiet, no town should be this dead. Of course just as she began to adjust to the silence she heard a sound that near caused her to spoil herself. A scarping at her door. She turned sharply to look as she heard the whimper. She could feel her heart sink as she moved to the door. The whimpers continuing as she lifted her gun and pointed it to about where she figured the creature's head would be and she closed her eyes. Suddenly the whimper turned into a growl and the attention of the dog shifted before whimpers of pain began to follow. Tears began to slowly run down Precious' face as she moved to take the doorknob in her now shaking hand. She knew she had to be quick, or she herself would be dead, opening her eyes she drew in a deep breath before slowly turning the knob and unlactching the door just as she rested her foot against it. She would do this swift, cock the gun, move back and pull the fucking trigger until nothing was moving. After a few seconds she did just as she thought. She moved back from the door and cocked her rifle. The noise drew the attention of the creatures outside and first in the door flew the dog. Precious moved quickly back as she put three bullets into it, cocking her rifle after each blow before then blowing the head clean off the female creature who followed it in. Once the two were dead she moved to close the door, locking it, as if that would really protect her then her eyes turned to the canine. To her dog and she placed a hand over her mouth. If that zombie hadn't come, if she would have been a little faster, she could have.... She could have saved him, but she didn't. Tears continued to roll down her face as she watched her pet lay dead at her feet. Shaking her head after several moments she wiped the tears from her eyes. She couldn't, she couldn't stay and mourn her pet. There would be more, they would come to the sounds, to the smell of blood. She had to move, and she had to move now.