Autumn was catching up fast. She was somewhat thankful for that. The dried dead leaves helped alert her to anything within ear shot. Made it harder to hunt or otherwise sneak around, though. She huffed, out of breath to an extent, and looked around. Her legs crossed and she bounced slightly on the balls of her feet. In the distance there was sluggish movement to the west. Otherwise, everything else was quiet and still.
She shuffled off to the side of the road next to a tree for support. Again looking around her as she hiked up her baggy torn and muddied skirt. She had come to find that skirts were easier to travel in. Especially if you had to stop to take a piss. If anything had surprised her she could still run and not trip over her panties and pants. Her eyes darted around, watering from the relief she was feeling to empty her bladder. A twig snapped in the distance, that sluggish figure still moving toward her. That was fine, long as it was the only one for now.
As she finished up she took a moment to straighten down her dress and slowly make her way back up to the road. Eyes fixing on the slow figure as her mind wandered.
She missed her. Wondering if it was her, perhaps, that was following now. She couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger, so it was possible. Did she even want to know what she looked like now? After all this time? No. As the figure came closer to view she turned and shook her head.
"I have to keep sharp. That was stupid. No daydreaming on the road." She told herself. "Wits are a must." She scolded and furrowed her eyebrows. Then started to walk again, at a much faster pace than before, as she was not holding her knees together.
It was lonely. Far as she knew, everyone was dead. At first there were a lot of people. People that made her feel safe and secure. People she cared about and learned to care about. Now, she hadn't seen life past rodents and birds in months. Not even a dog or cat. Not since 'She' passed.
'It isn't like the movies. There is no cure or immunity. The human race is done for.' Those words played over and over in her head, even then while she walked pass vehicles and old bones.
"If that is true... Why am I still here?" She would say randomly throughout the day. "Why are they?" She would reference to the reanimated corpses. "That can't be all that is left." So she pushed on. From town to town, city to city, state to state. As winter got closer, the weather became worse. Eventually she would have to find a place to fortify and hunker down in.
Dusk was starting to settle upon her. Even at her age, she was afraid of the dark. She hadn't found too many working batteries that were not starting to leak. The life of batteries exposed to elements after fifteen years, was never good. Though she risked a few, just for the sake of having some sort of light at night while traveling, she was wary about using batteries. She had heard all sorts of stories of them exploding. That was a long time ago, however.
She followed the signs along the road to an old rest stop. The windows were busted open, as were the glass doors. The inside trashed with a few dead bodies here and there to decorate and tell a story. It was obvious that a group had tried to take shelter inside from a horde. They hadn't lasted long, but there were signs to suggest at least a few might have escaped. Weather or not they had survived, she couldn't tell. This was a long ago battle, and looked undisturbed up to this point.
As she made her way into the building, she felt her heart start to thump closer and closer to her throat. The silence made the hair stand up on end all over her body. The rotten smell had faded to an almost earthy sort of sent, though that old decay still lingered. Mold and moss had started to sprout all over the bodies and walls. A brittle old bone cracked under her footstep and she paused for a moment holding her breath. Then she heard it, the desperate scratching and hissing sound of a corpse from the bathroom. She wouldn't be able to stay here. It was obviously not a good place to camp for the night and those before her didn't last to long either. So she quickly made her way out back to the road. She'd travel long after dusk and into the pitch black of night.
The broken worn down road ahead of her; was all she had to keep her company and to guide her for another twelve miles into the next exit signs. This lead to a small town a few miles further from the main highway. She used her flashlight for a short while till the full moon started to perk up over the surrounding trees. She hated the dark. More than she hated dealing with the corpses. The dark made her feel claustrophobic or even as if she was drowning. There was no way to really see if something was coming up on you. Hearing the leaves was helpful to let her know when something was close, but in the summer there was nothing. She had been attacked once by a small dog outside camp. It hadn't been strong enough to break her skin, but it was still an experience she did not want to re-live.
This in her mind, the flashlight would come on randomly when she heard a leaf rattle. She wanted to see it coming this time; as if somehow that would make it less frightening.
She shuffled off to the side of the road next to a tree for support. Again looking around her as she hiked up her baggy torn and muddied skirt. She had come to find that skirts were easier to travel in. Especially if you had to stop to take a piss. If anything had surprised her she could still run and not trip over her panties and pants. Her eyes darted around, watering from the relief she was feeling to empty her bladder. A twig snapped in the distance, that sluggish figure still moving toward her. That was fine, long as it was the only one for now.
As she finished up she took a moment to straighten down her dress and slowly make her way back up to the road. Eyes fixing on the slow figure as her mind wandered.
She missed her. Wondering if it was her, perhaps, that was following now. She couldn't bring herself to pull the trigger, so it was possible. Did she even want to know what she looked like now? After all this time? No. As the figure came closer to view she turned and shook her head.
"I have to keep sharp. That was stupid. No daydreaming on the road." She told herself. "Wits are a must." She scolded and furrowed her eyebrows. Then started to walk again, at a much faster pace than before, as she was not holding her knees together.
It was lonely. Far as she knew, everyone was dead. At first there were a lot of people. People that made her feel safe and secure. People she cared about and learned to care about. Now, she hadn't seen life past rodents and birds in months. Not even a dog or cat. Not since 'She' passed.
'It isn't like the movies. There is no cure or immunity. The human race is done for.' Those words played over and over in her head, even then while she walked pass vehicles and old bones.
"If that is true... Why am I still here?" She would say randomly throughout the day. "Why are they?" She would reference to the reanimated corpses. "That can't be all that is left." So she pushed on. From town to town, city to city, state to state. As winter got closer, the weather became worse. Eventually she would have to find a place to fortify and hunker down in.
Dusk was starting to settle upon her. Even at her age, she was afraid of the dark. She hadn't found too many working batteries that were not starting to leak. The life of batteries exposed to elements after fifteen years, was never good. Though she risked a few, just for the sake of having some sort of light at night while traveling, she was wary about using batteries. She had heard all sorts of stories of them exploding. That was a long time ago, however.
She followed the signs along the road to an old rest stop. The windows were busted open, as were the glass doors. The inside trashed with a few dead bodies here and there to decorate and tell a story. It was obvious that a group had tried to take shelter inside from a horde. They hadn't lasted long, but there were signs to suggest at least a few might have escaped. Weather or not they had survived, she couldn't tell. This was a long ago battle, and looked undisturbed up to this point.
As she made her way into the building, she felt her heart start to thump closer and closer to her throat. The silence made the hair stand up on end all over her body. The rotten smell had faded to an almost earthy sort of sent, though that old decay still lingered. Mold and moss had started to sprout all over the bodies and walls. A brittle old bone cracked under her footstep and she paused for a moment holding her breath. Then she heard it, the desperate scratching and hissing sound of a corpse from the bathroom. She wouldn't be able to stay here. It was obviously not a good place to camp for the night and those before her didn't last to long either. So she quickly made her way out back to the road. She'd travel long after dusk and into the pitch black of night.
The broken worn down road ahead of her; was all she had to keep her company and to guide her for another twelve miles into the next exit signs. This lead to a small town a few miles further from the main highway. She used her flashlight for a short while till the full moon started to perk up over the surrounding trees. She hated the dark. More than she hated dealing with the corpses. The dark made her feel claustrophobic or even as if she was drowning. There was no way to really see if something was coming up on you. Hearing the leaves was helpful to let her know when something was close, but in the summer there was nothing. She had been attacked once by a small dog outside camp. It hadn't been strong enough to break her skin, but it was still an experience she did not want to re-live.
This in her mind, the flashlight would come on randomly when she heard a leaf rattle. She wanted to see it coming this time; as if somehow that would make it less frightening.