#v;apocalypse

Five minutes later, she heard the sound of a twig snapping and she jumped, peaking out from behind a tree to see another person, a brunette woman she didn’t recognize, running through the woods. For a moment she wanted to go back behind the tree, but something was stopping her from doing so. She wanted to make her presence known to this woman. Slowly she stepped out, her eyes guarded and her stance fearful. She looked at her with unsure eyes and gulped. “Were you in there, too?” she asked, wondering if she was one that had caused the marks around her wrists, or another victim.

The knife swung around quickly, slicing through the dead that came towards her. She was covered in sweat and infected blood, trying desperately not to get it into her mouth as it sprayed around, and once she made a hole she darted through and out the back door where she came. Panting roughtly, she bumped into the other person standing there, squeaking and looking up quickly. It was a man, clearly there to go through the store for food as well, but she slammed the door shut before he could move, wincing as the dead hit against the other side. "You don't wanna go in there. It's lost. They're covering the place."

She had been running from those things far too long and finally, she thought she managed to escape them. The building she was hiding in probably used to be a tool shed, but it was bare now, probably having been raided as whatever was in there could be used as a weapon. Considering she didn't know how to shoot, Bridget wielded only a knife that was held tight in her hand as she sat against the wall trembling and staring at the door. She was as quiet as could be, her eyes locked on the shadows under the door that slowly faded along with the moans and groans of the dead. Slowly she extracted herself from her position, wincing at stiff muscles and bones, and pulled away the board she stuck under the door handle to keep it closed. Gingerly she peaked her head out and sighed when she saw she was alone. She quickly started making her way towards the market she had spotted before—a couple days ago?—when she had been herded in the opposite direction by those things. She saw there was a firestation just down the street connected to a police station, and the rest of the block was littered by apartment buildings and smaller stores. Making her way into the market, it didn't take her long to realize she wasn't alone. With a small squeak, she hid behind one of the aisles and winced. She didn't like killing them simply because it was always a close call, but she would if she had to. "Just come out so I can get you," she called with a sigh as if it understood what she was saying. She gripped her knife tighter and waited for it to shuffle itself closer.