~Alisha~
Please...dont fear me...
I mean you no harm
Its you that I should be fearing
The world had pretty much gone to hell ever since the drug had been released. Everyone had started to take it and now everyone was a zombie. Civilization collapsed and everyone started to think for their selves and not for the small percent of the human race that wasn't zombies. Everyone had cleared out the stores long ago, taken the good places to hide, the weapons, and no one wanted to share, not even a simple tool that could be used. Those who didn't know what they were doing died quickly, and luckily Alisha knew what she was doing out here. She had learned quickly, but that didn't mean she didn't get into trouble.
The men that the brothers saw where pushing her around, trying to get her to give up what small amount of food she had on her right now. "Go away!" She yelled at them. She was wearing a very nice red robe with a hood that hid most of one side of her face. It was nice becuase she refused to let it get dirty, it was the last thing she had of her mother other then the memories.
The men laughed and grabbed her arm roughly. She bit him and hit him hard across the face. Alisha couldn't take them all, maybe one, but with three men there she was out numbered.