Avalon gagged as she climbed into the passenger seat of the rusted car. It smelt like something had died in there. She yanked her torn scarf over her nose and mouth to block out the stench, and began rummaging inside the glove box and armrest for possible supplies. Over and over, she threw away the useless things. A car manual. Registration papers. Used tissues. A bag of rubbish. Then Avalon chucked out a notepad, and spotted a half-full plastic bottle of water underneath. Nice, she thought, and threw it into her backpack.A metallic noise came from behind her. Like a tin can hitting concrete, bouncing. Avalon whirled around, her eyes darting into stores and alleyways in search of the source. What sounded like a glass bottle clinking against another surface echoed from a ransacked and abandoned 7-Eleven store. Avalon snatched her rifle from where it leant against the old car, and aimed it towards the windows.She knew better than to approach the sound. Keeping the barrell trained on 7-Eleven, Avalon backed away, rounding the car and crouching down behind it. It could be a zombie, but they were loud and raucous as they moved. This person was quiet, their movements almost undetectable. Which meant they could have supplies.
The curly red top of a head appeared through the dusty glass. For a second Avalon mistook it for blood, but realised it was only hair. Someone was moving around inside. Avalon strained to make out who it was; a shadowy figure passed through the aisles, visible for only a moment. They weren't stumbling. They didn't look injured. Avalon concluded that it definitely wasn't a zombie.She hated to cause trouble; it was probably one of the worst mistakes one could make in this world. But she was running dreadfully low on supplies, and whoever this was, they were bound to have some. Avalon crept towards the 7-Eleven, her rifle still trained on where she thought the person was. She flattened herself against the edge of the building, and poked the barrell through a hole in the glass window. She could see who it was now. A girl, around her age or maybe older, with curly red hair, was rummaging through whatever products the store still had--which was mostly just dusty bottles of alcohol.Avalon shifted so she was facing the window, but tripped on a pile of bricks and fell into the glass. She swore as a few shards cracked and shattered on the floor inside.
Avalon winced as she brushed the glass shards off her skin, leaving small cuts on her arms and legs. She tried to wipe away the blood while crawling forward to find somewhere to hide. But she knew it was hopeless. The girl had obviously heard her, and just as Avalon was reaching for her rifle, she rounded an aisle and asked if she was okay.Avalon had half-raised the rifle, but paused, taken aback by the girl's concern. Not once, in her months of survival, has she met another person that cared about her wellbeing. Everyone was hostile and violent, and not only slaughtered zombies but humans just like themselves. But this girl looked older than her, and she'd asked if she was okay. Lowering her rifle, Avalon nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. Um...thanks." She got to her feet, using the window sill to keep herself steady, and eyed the girl warily in case she was going to attack her. But the chick seemed generally concerned for her. Avalon cleared her throat, and glanced behind her. "That probably made a lot of noise," she said, and moved around the redhead into the store. "Uh, what's your name?"
Avalon hesistated before giving Nay her name. She had a brief thought about keeping her identity secret, but for some strange (and, to be honest, foolish) reason, Avalon trusted her. "I'm Avalon." She decided against an offer to shake hands, but at least smiled a little. Movement outside caught her eye, and Avalon instinctively started raising her rifle towards it. When she saw it was only a German Shepherd trotting away with its nose against the ground, she sighed and let the weapon hang by her side. "Well...have you found anything here?" she asked, glancing around the store. "Food? Other stuff?" For the moment Avalon decided to leave whatever supplies Nay might have alone, even though she knew finding useful stuff in this store was almost impossible.
Avalon scoffed, nodding in agreement. Humanity had already turned on each other, but if people resorted to cannibalism...it would be worse than hell. Avalon walked slowly down one the aisles, scanning for any leftover supplies. The racks were completely bare, save for the empty bottles and heaps of trash.A sudden thought occurred to her, and Avalon froze in her footsteps, her hands tightening on her rifle. "Nay...are you part of a group? Or do work alone?" she asked warily, glancing out into the street as though a bunch of people were about to enter to find Nay. If the girl was part of a group, chances were they would kill Avalon if they happened to see her with their group member.
Avalon bit her lip. Two brothers...they could be any age, and probably not young if Nay was thinking of leaving them. Could anyone really abandon children in a zombie apocalypse? Probably. But Nay didn't seem like she'd do that. "Okay...how old are they? Are they here, or nearby?" she asked, moving down the aisle towards the front of the store.
Avalon sighed quietly to herself, out of relief. The brothers weren't even near here. She perked up when Nay asked the question. "Well...I'm just...being cautious, you know?" she answered. "I have no idea what your group's like, whether they would kill me or not, if they'd use me to their advantage. I mean, no offense, but I can't trust you. I can't trust anyone, really."
Avalon nodded, and then realised Nayara couldn't see her. She rounded the aisle after taking a quick glance to the left, and returned to Nay. "Sure. But I try not to ask for any. I don't need--I don't want--to owe anybody anything." Avalon met Nay's eyes. "So...I think it's best that I--"A loud crash of metal and shattering of glass came from the store's back room, followed by an unearthly, strangled growl. Avalon whirled around, aiming her rifle towards the room's door. Shit shit shit, she thought. "We need to move," she said, just as two zombies shoved the door open, collapsing on top of each other and scrambling to reach the girls. "Now!" Avalon turned away from the bloody, mangled bodies and headed for the exit, hoping Nay was right behind her.((is swearing okay?))
Oda wrote: "((Idk... But I don't mind if you do))Nay started to run, following Avalon buy then stopped, collapsed.Another of her depression crisis... All of it started with the apocalypse.Avalon was saying..."Avalon was half-way out the door when she turned around and saw Nay crumpled on the floor, looking dazed. For a split-second she considered running off and leaving her, but the nice person inside of her took over. She darted forward, grabbed Nayara's arm and began hauling her to her feet. "Come on, we need to go!" she cried, not even sure if Nay could hear her.One of the zombies had made speedy progress, and lunged towards the girls. Unable to aim her rifle in time, Avalon dropped it, tore her dagger from her belt and sliced the creature's stomach, knocking it to the side in the process. "Nay, run!" she shouted, tucking her dagger away. Avalon grabbed her rifle from the floor, and headed towards the exit again.
Avalon shoved the door open, dragging Nay out with her by the arm. She slammed it shut on the remaining zombie, who pounded against the cracking glass. Avalon froze for a second, letting go of Nay, glancing around the square. Zombies were appearing from alleyways and buildings, drawn by the sound of panic. Avalon could feel her heartbeat without touching her chest. She raised her rifle and shot the closest zombies, then looked for a clear exit. There was a narrow road leading off from the square, and it was empty of life. She pointed at it. "Nay, we need to get out of here! Through there!" And then she ran, swerving around a ravaged creature that hurled itself at her. She shot it in the head and continued, once more hoping Nay would follow.
Avalon glanced over her shoulder to see Nay take the head off a zombie, and let out an amazed laugh. That was awesome, she thought, skidding into the laneway and flattening herself against the wall. The zombies were coming, but they were slow and stood no chance against her and Nay.Suddenly Avalon noticed a zombie stumbling up behind the girl, arms outstretched and gurgling from the back of its throat. "Look out!" she shouted, aiming her rifle at the zombie's head. As she pulled the trigger, she thought for a second she'd hit Nay. But then the zombie recoiled, and crumpled to the dusty ground.
Avalon smiled at Nay. "Thanks," she said, as Nay reached the lane. "Now, let's go." She held her rifle close to her chest and together they sped silently down the empty street. As her boots thumped against the dusty concrete, Avalon wondered whether they'd end up with Nay's group. But she'd said she was leaving them. Avalon ingored the thoughts, concentrating only on getting out of there, on keeping an eye out for any more zombies. As soon as they'd left the square, the zombies seemed to loose interest. Avalon glanced back once, and saw the monsters were now wandering around aimlessly. She turned back, and kept running.
((its fine!))Avalon glanced left and right, down small alleyways that branched off the street. She lifted her eyes to the buildings and apartments, and couldn't see anything in side. The street was just about abandoned. She kept running after Nay asked the question, and said between breaths, "I honestly...don't know...Just...away from here." Their feet continued to pound down the street for a moment before Avalon finally slowed and tried to catch her breath. "Okay...I think we're fine for now."
Avalon glanced around. "I have no idea..." she said. The street was eerily silent. There should be more people, more zombies around... she thought. She looked at Nay. "I assume we're not going back to those two brothers you were with, so...do you wanna find somewhere to stay for the night?"A little alarm was blaring in the back of Avalon's mind. It told her to leave, ditch Nay, that she was better off on her own. But Avalon just couldn't. To her it seemed like betrayal or something.
Avalon could see the tears in Nay's eyes, and suddenly began begging her not to break down. In their current situation, that was one of the worst things she could do. She didn't know whether Nay was referring to the place with the two brothers, or her home before the world fell apart. Probably the latter.She bit her lip and then hugged Nayara. She wasn't very good at comforting people, but it was the best thing she could think of and besides, in a zombie apocalypse, you need a hug every now and then. "Nay...I think that all the time, but--and I mean this in the nicest way possible--but we can't go back. We just gotta keep moving forward." Avalon pulled away. "Now, I think we should find somewhere to sleep before it gets too dark."
Avalon picked up her rifle and smiled back at Nay. Then she glanced around at the buildings. They looked pretty deserted, and were probably safe enough to sleep in, but she'd still be on her guard. The windows were smashed on the apartments, some doors swinging open on their hinges, others closed and possibly locked. Avalon walked toward one of the buildings and peered through the cracked glass. She couldn't tell what type of room it was; clothes and furniture lay strewn across the floor and she saw a lift to one side. "Well...this place looks pretty empty," she said, turning around to face Nay. "Do you wanna check it out?"
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