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"Rona had waited for three weeks, three hellish weeks of existence. Her days were not days, they were only gaping reminders that life as she used to know it had ceased to exist. Rubbing her forehead she dared to peek out the small enclosure the cellar afforded on the second level. Ever since she had seen her dearly loved father ripped apart like some Christmas ham, she hadn't dared to even go near the stairs. She could still see him mouthing the words, 'Run...' as the light extinguished from his anguished eyes. Tears threatened to well up once again and she shook them off as her eyes were greeted with sunlight for the first time since that day. Squinting she almost hissed at the pain it afforded her. So.. there was still sunshine, she wasn't caught in some sort of purgatory, at least not literally.
It had been at least a week and a half since she had heard any type of shuffling around in the house above her. She cringed as she thought of all the times she thought they were coming for her, every noise was agony, every step coming for her life. She had been preparing since her father's training had afforded her quite a arsenal to contend with. Picking up his assault rifle once more she shouldered it and the supplies she had found in the pantry cellar.
Looking once more at her saferoom she sighed at the injustice that life had brought her and bent down to gather the only solace from the pain this life now gave her. Her mp3 player, listening to the same music from before provided some sort of comfort in her isolation. Feeling like she was more prepared than ever she picked up her softball bat, shouldered her rifle and backpack and crept up the stairs of her home. She almost laughed at the idea of home, that concept was only mired within the memories of her poor father. As she moved past his ravaged corpse, she took a moment to say a silent prayer before survival instincts slid in and she was looking for the keys to her father's truck. Her metal companion was raised in anticipation in case she was set upon by any of the demons she had encountered only once before. Finally her eyes alighted upon the keys on the shelf and pocketing them she ran towards the garage. Taking up the extra gas cans her father had kept for the lawnmower, she stashed them in the back of the truck and unlocking the vehicle slid behind the seat. So far so good, she reached over and laying her backpack upon the seat turned the key in the ignition. Turning and using her rear-view mirror she slowly eased the truck from her home and into the driveway... the sounds drawing out some of the fiends that still razed her neighborhood. Panicking she stepped on the gas and screaming out in horror as she ran one of the zombies into the ground she didn't let up off the accelerator for some time. Away from the safety and security of her home she searched for other survivors and hoped somewhere, somehow there were others like herself. Plugging in her MP3 into the truck's audio jack she pumped out 'Running Down a Dream' as she barreled down the highway looking for other survivors. "
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