#weallbleedxred

Her footsteps were surprisingly light against the tile of the abandoned hospital. People must have left in such a hurry they took off on foot, seeing there were countless cars still in the parking lot. Desiree Morgan Keating held a heavy duty semi-automatic rifle in her hands as she cleared the big building by herself. Or at least she thought she was alone. Her days had started off looking for a lost love who was probably married with five kids by now but instead she lost hope and now her mission was just to stay alive. Some nights were hard but she couldn’t take the coward way out of this. As she lingered down the hallway, her eyes scanned quickly across the hallway, flickering lights above. She took note of a red exit sign at the end of the hallway, the doors jammed open, someone having propped them open. 

Detective Alexandra Eames hadn’t expected the world to go to the dead. Yeah, New York City had always been a strange place, but the day the dead started to get up and walk-and then eat the living-was the day that everything she’d ever believed went straight out the window. And then her entire family was gone. She’d barely escaped with her life. And all her fellow cops were abandoning their posts, abandoning the city. It belonged to the dead now. They were over run. 

She’d happened to be on the outskirts in a containment center when she’d found her first familiar face, and he’d had a backpack and supplies, and he was leaving. She had run up, calling his name. “Mike? Michael Monroe, is that you?” She caught up, meeting his eyes and in a matter of moments, she was accompanying him south. He was going to find his family. She knew it there was a slim chance that he’d find them alive-or dead, but he had to try, and she had to go with him. He was quite easily the last person she knew that was still alive. 

That had been almost two months before, and they had run across some questionable situations and people. A time or two they had barely escaped with their lives, but they were still moving, still surviving. She pulled her hair back into a messy ponytail and rolled her window down a little further. The old pickup they’d found-that miraculously still ran-had no cold air, but it kept them mobile so long as they didn’t run out of gas. That had happened only once so far, and thankfully, it had happened near a gas station. That was the time they had discovered that the gas gauge was busted.