#zhrpg01

The Georgia sun had long since disappeared from the sky and the days work at the farm house had come to a close. Still, despite it being well past an hour that most members of the group were in bed for the night, Ellie was nestled in a neat bundle on one of the beaten up, worn out benches of the front porch. The lantern directly beside her was turned low both because she wanted to draw as little attention from anyone still awake indoors as possible and because what she was doing required only so much light. 

With the blanket from her bed pulled tightly around her shoulders and held near up to her nose, Ellie’s eyes scanned the pages feverishly, an elvish smile lifting the edges of her lips in just the slightest and holding it in a tiny grin of enjoyment. Even then, stuck in a world of the actual living dead, Ellie found herself fixed on reading about the type of creatures that now surrounded them. It wasn’t any new reading material but a book she’d read a few years previous while in the hospital. There’d been a copy in the attic, and despite desperately craving some information to read on maybe the Z-4 virus, or the present day zombies, anything was better than nothing. 

Jessica was waiting on the porch for her hunting companion to arrive, she had on her hunting camo pants, and her t shirt, boots on tight and her pistol and knife strapped to her sides. Her vest had the few things she might need while out in the woods, and she was ready to go, her hair was up and under her cap, while her sunglasses sat on the brim, her rifle was leaning on her leg and she was excited. It’s been far to long since she got a good long hunt in and today she was hoping to come back with plenty of meat.

Lifting her rifle up, she checks the sight and makes sure it’s loaded and the safety is on, if she needs to kill any zulus, she’ll use her knife or her pistol, her rifle ammo is in short supply and she’s not about to waste it on some walking corpse.

It’s hot and humid but it’s what she’s used to, and she rechecks her vest to make sure she has her call, despite the added danger, and the possibility of being killed. Jessica can’t help but love the new thrill of hunting, as if she’s being timed on how quickly she can get the deer dead and off. There’s no time to waste and a fresh kill will bring along the hungry dead.