surviving is what we do best

Cameron stopped and leaned against a building, panting. She wasn't sure how much longer she could keep running but she was trying to save bullets and herself. There was only a little further until she reached the drug store across town, then she could get back to camp. Damn her for not caring about cardio a few years ago. She glanced around to make sure she hadn't brought any unwanted attention to herself before she took off at a steady pace. She had about twelve blocks to go and she was burning daylight. It took her about ten minutes to make it to the store with the busted windows. There were chains around the door handles so she took her time keeping quiet on the glass. She was getting a bad feeling after having seen so few of the soulless roaming about. She slipped and cut herself catching her fall. She tore a strip off her already tattered shirt and quick bound the wound before jumping down onto the carpeted floor with a soft thud. There was a 'line of defense' set up that would obviously be of no use. It was far too spread out and Cameron shook her head. All she needed was to check for bullets, food, water, and any medication that might be useful as long as she could fit it all in the bag on her back.

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Daniel grunted as he pulled the knife out of the zombie's head and watched as if fell lifeless to the ground, this time, for good.He was already tired of this. It was even more monotonous than his old job at the shop. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and looked around. The sun would be down soon and he needed a place to stay. He noticed a two story house a couple miles back and decided that would be his best bet. He set off for it, killing what he had to on the way and keeping an eye out for other survivors. It had been approximately three week since he had seen his last human and that wasn't a very nice encounter. The poor guy was running for his life, perused by five of the nastiest looking undead he had seen since this entire thing started. Daniel had watched in horror as the five of them tore apart the guys flesh like it was nothing. He shook his head, feeling a little sick from the thought of it. He reached the house and started circling it to clear the outside on the off chance there had been a few zombies locked inside since the last time he had seen it.

@ momentai.

Logan had left his daughter, Nadia, at their little safeplace while he went to search for food. The girl's mother had left them both just a few months after Nadia had been born - that was five years ago. His most important duty was to keep her safe and keep her healthy - he would have her eat before he would - and, though he hadn't wanted to, he had to leave her alone. Of course, he had made sure that she was safe where she was, that she was hidden and, as long as she stayed there, she would remain safe. That didn't mean that he wasn't worrying and hurrying to grab whatever he could, though. Even with her being relatively safe, he always made sure to be as quick as he could to get back to her - and, now, he was picking up whatever food he could find in an abandoned apartment building not far from their safe place. Carrying it in a bag, he made sure that he had grabbed some bottles of water, too, before he made his way back onto the street as quietly as he could in order to avoid any of the zombies that were scoping around for a quick meal.

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Alice wasn't a killer. Even when it came to these zombies that were already dead, she found it more than difficult to kill them. She still did so, of course, but it always left her a little shaken. Maybe that was why she was hiding out in the top floor of a house that she had found herself holed up in a week ago. There hadn't been much food, but she had managed to eat enough to keep herself alive, at least. There was still some food left, though she figured it wouldn't last longer than a day or so. She heard noise from outside and she frowned as she moved to grab the steel pipe that she had been using as a weapon lately. Standing from her spot on a bed, she made her way out of the room and downstairs, eyes searching for any sign of movement, steel pipe in hand and ready to use. She couldn't hear any groans from zombies, though, so she wondered if she was just hearing things or if the wind was blowing awkwardly.

Cameron squealed as a rat ran out in front of her, no doubt trying to find a place to hide itself. She brought a hand up over her mouth and stilled, listening for any sign that she had been heard. She sighed after a moment of complete silence and continued making her way though the store. There was really nothing of use, it had already been picked through time and time again. She did manage to find a shirt that looked about her size just before one of the soulless appeared. She must have freed it when she was moving stuff around. She pulled the knife out of the holster strapped to her thigh and aimed for the head when she swung. She missed and tripped over some debris of the floor. She started to panic, knowing that was the worst situation she could be in. The monster fell on top of her, its teeth making audible noise as it tried its damnedest to get at her flesh. Its clothes were splattered in blood, much and grime and it made her sick to think of how most of that blood made it onto the monster's clothing. She continued to struggle for a few moments until she managed to push it off. She jumped up managed to actually stab it in the head this time. She yanked out her knife, wiped the blood off on the soulless's clothed and replaced the blade in its holster. She sunk to the floor, her breathing labored, and closed her eyes, happy to still be breathing.

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Daniel whistled softly, hoping there were no zombies hanging around the first floor. He readied his weapons on the off chance there were zombies here. He had a dagger in one hand and a machete that he found a few states back in the other. He crept quietly through the house until he found a set of stairs. He moved up them, making sure to check behind himself. When he reached the top he was surprised to find it was blocked off. he gave a light tap and stood back, hos weapons ready just in case there were zombies trapped behind the combination of wood and plastic. There was no groaning so he shrugged and knocked harder, louder. "Hello?" He whisper-shouted. "I there wayone on the second level of this house?"

@ momentai.