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Drexy4ever
Don't start nothin', won't be nothin'.
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03-17-2012, 11:21 PM
My Sample WorkX
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Originally Posted by Drexy4ever
Kivana breathed heavily and held her gun close to her chest, peering slowly past the shack she had hidden behind. Her suspicions had been right; there were 3 of the infected walking toward her. She had enough bullets in her gun to kill them all, but her hand was shaking so rapidly that she'd probably miss and cause them to run to her. She bit her lip, squeezed her eyes shut, and peered back to see how close they were to her now.
The infected were headed in the other direction. Apparently, another survivor, or some kind of animal, was being killed. Well, she didn't know if it was being killed, but only something in extreme pain could make the kind of sounds coming from that direction. Kivana let out a silent sigh of air and sat on the cold marshy ground that was the forest floor. She'd never really been able to deal with the infection epidemic. When she'd first seen the report on the news, she'd been freaked out, and in denial thought it to be a horrible prank. But when she'd seen them for herself, she'd gone bizerk. She still shuddered when she saw one and since she was bad at direction, she could almost never find a safe house.
But recently, she'd heard of a place in Chicago that the infected hadn't come to yet. It had running cars and planes, and was ready to make flights out of America every Friday. Today was Saturday, and she knew that from New Mexico it'd take her at least 2 weeks by foot including the stops for rest and the time it took to fight the infected. She heard another blood-curdling scream and peared back around the shack again. Her suspicions had been correct yet again. A weapon-less survivor was being chased down the road by a small group of infected citizens. She felt her hands begin shaking again as she stood, knowing now was the perfect time to split before they came into the forest. She began to walk once again, hoisting her heavy artillery-filled book bag onto her shoulders and speed walking until she felt safe and away from the road again.
She stopped when she reached what looked like the end of the forest. It was very scary looking, with murdered corpses everywhere. She took a big breath and trudged across the road, not used to being as scared as she was those moments it took her to step across the road. She could see some sort of house or building in the distance, and decided to go on and check to see if it would make a good resting place.
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