Thread: Dawn of the Dykes

Just a little farther down from the grocery store, the streets were littered with lingering corpses. Their attention had been drawn to a auto mechanic garage that they had been hearing clanking in for the last few days. The noise was unavoidable. When things fell apart in the world, Piper had been less heart broken then many. She'd been kicked out of her own home when she was only sixteen by her parents. For the last year she'd been coach surfing from one of her friend's place to the next...in exchange for occasional sexual favors or chores. Dispute her youth, she'd been adopted by an all dykes biker gang. They treated her as their own personal mascot. So when things started going to hell her girls stuck in a group. Unlike other people, they had no problems beating the living shit out of something that looked human. The world had actually become a better place for rough outcasts like them. When the fleshies would attack they would take them out as a group and move on quickly before they were overwhelmed. They had lost a few girls but overall Piper had felt safe with them. Unfortunately, while her and the girls were filling their bikes at a gas station a large group invaded the station. While the gang was making their escape Piper's bike flipped and crashed hard. The youth managed to hole up and even dragged her bike back to the shop when the fleshies dispersed a little. They were back soon enough when she started working on the repairs. It wasn't going well either. Piper was barely seventeen with little mech experience. She'd learned all kinds of fun little tricks in the gang but professional motorcycle repairs wasn't one of them. Fuck! She huffed in frustration. FUCK FUCK FUCK! with great force, she kicked her steel toe boot into the broken bike's tire. She sat down on a pile of junk behind her and ran her fingers through her overgrown Mohawk. Although she had a cute baby face, her fashion was very close to a classic punk. Her clothes all looked like they had been to goodwill a few times before she laid her hands on them. Her Jeans were ripped up and dirty, her leather jacket was worn down so much that it looked soft. Surely her friends has moved on. They must have thought she'd been eatten already and she didn't blame them. Piper's stomach grumbled loud enough she was sure that her neighbors outside could hear. Right... She signed. She hadn't eaten much since she was stranded. Piper forced herself up and wandered over to her backpack and dug through the bag. The food was gone but she still had her other zombie killing tools. She grabbed one of the fog horns at the bottom of the bag and a tack. I was going to have to change locations sooner or later. As much as she hated it, there was no way she was going to fix that bike. Maybe if she was alone,with a book for dummies, and had all the time in the world...but the reality was she needed to move on to somewhere safer. The little punk girl grabbed a latter and opened up one of the upper window of the store. She stabbed the foghorn's button with the tack. Instantly it became shrieking it's loud cry. The zombies attention was all captured by the sound. She flung it as far as she could and it continued to blast out noise. The dead horde staggered off after, forgetting she was ever there. Stuuuuupid fleshies. She quietly cursed them. Quickly she jumped down, landing just like a numble cat. Piper didn't have much time before the horn ran out and she had to make sure she found somewhere safe in the meantime. She remembered driving past a grocery store when she first rode in. Restocking her supplies was her current mission. She grabbed her bag and her steel bat and made for the exit. She peaked both ways with the door barely open. Just as she planned, the fleshies were standing in around the horn just staring down at it. She gave a little smirk and set off, making sure too keep her back close to walls. The store was closer than she had thought. Finally! Her lucky break. The Door was open, likely there was something unpleasant lurking around still. She readied her bat as she walked through the ravaged isles.