the disease from what she’d seen had been brutal, but youtube and news reports weren’t like seeing the real thing in front of you. the look of the infected, the way they smelled. it was something straight out of a horror flick, none however that she remembered watching. unlike most people who were freaking out, she was enjoying this weirdly enough. ( the meek don’t inherit the earth; those who will kill do. ) being afraid was okay for the first couple of these bastards, but more meant that fear isn’t something that can be afforded. so she’s casual when her car finally shits the bed ( too many walkers met the front end. )
at least she’s near a hospital that isn’t gated up to be some sorta civil defense location. not that it helps any. the biters are still here, and she still doesn’t care. she’s taking down the ones in the immediate area, and then she’ll figure out something. so take them down lucille does in the most elegant way she knows how. bashing their brains in with a baseball bat. home security, as she’d never been big on guns. nor did she have a license to carry, but she had a combat knife, and that? that was enough. swing! crack. swing! crack... the doors of the hospital open and she’s too busy, too occupied until she sees him. poor bastard looks clueless.
❛ you alright?! ❜