Post by Deleted on May 20, 2015 18:34:19 GMT -5
It had been days, weeks. Allison could feel her body begin to adjust to the horrid landscape and the lifestyle that she had to adopt to survive. Instead of getting three meals a day, Allison was left with foraging in the woods and searching through abandoned houses that she came across, so long as it wasn't too infested with walker bodies. Her stomach stopped grumbling in hunger and twisting in pain as it grew used to the sparing amount of food that managed to get digested. At times, Allison simply ate because she knew she had to, but not because she was necessarily hungry.
Sighing, Allison picked through the house she managed to clear. It was in a very small neighborhood, one that she remembered being built back when she was in school. It never reached its state of full completion, but there were some houses that had been finished and had people living in them. Allison had no idea where they were at now, but she knew that they weren't in the house. In fact, the small neighborhood that had been built was entirely empty, which she felt was odd. It made her job easier, but from past experiences Allison knew that that meant something was bound to happen later on to balance out her good fortune.
Allison was yanked from her daze and from the middle of her thoughts as she perused through the cabinets. Without meaning to, Allison had knocked over one of the glasses as she moved around the cupboards. Every muscle in Allison's body froze as her ears began to ring to listen for any other noises. It was like everything in the world just stopped and ceased to exist as she waited to hear for a reanimated corpse nearby. The clock, had it still been working, would be ticking away as she waited. Finally, Allison let out a breath of relief before she adjusted herself and moved the broken glass out of her way. Reaching in the back for what she subconsciously was looking for, Allison wrapped her thin fingers around a glass bottle, pulling it out and placing it in her bag. She could make a makeshift Molotov out of them if she found other components, and if not all she would have to do is find some form of a seal and use it as a water bottle. Actually, it could be used as a different range of things, though a lot of it just depended on what else Allison found in the house.
Gently Allison picked around the glass that broke onto the counter as she opened drawers, looking for anything at random. She knew that her mother had a junk drawer in their house that was filled with things her father, brother and even herself would leave around the house and her mother didn't know where they belonged. It was sort of the lost and found bin of the house. Maybe her family wasn't the only one with a drawer like that, or maybe she would be luckier and find an arrangement of kitchen utensils that could be weapons. Either way, Allison wasn't picky with what she came across these days.
Eventually Allison grew bored with the kitchen and moved towards the living room, her crowbar held out and ready in case an undead corpse popped out of nowhere. As she moved through the house her eyes scanned everything and anything, bouncing from the walls of the room to the windows looking out to the other houses, to the items that littered the floor in a giant haste to leave. That, or someone else came through and pillaged the most obvious of utensils from the house already. Either way, Allison was hoping that maybe, just maybe, she would be able to simply stay here for a while.
That was when the fatigue set in and Allison realized that she didn't so much as care what items she could take from the house. No. Allison cared more about the fact that there were beds, actual beds, that Allison could lay down in. So instead of searching the home for items, Allison changed her list of priorities and decided she would seal the house down instead of looking for items. She couldn't simply keep going on. Maybe, eventually, Allison would wonder about to the other houses and gather all the items and maybe, just maybe, she would make a home for herself here.
So, Allison went about securing the house; she quickly tiptoed up the stairs to make sure no one was up there hiding whether living or not. When Allison found the house to be entirely empty, she began securing the exits and entrances and placing noise makers around the doors and windows to alert her of anyone entering. Then she quickly went back up the stairs to claim a bed.
There was a guest bedroom, two bedrooms for the respecting girls, and then the master bedroom. Feeling uncomfortable sleeping in someone's bed that had once been living, Allison chose to sleep in the guest bedroom to avoid feeling guilty. Or creeped out. Allison wasn't sure which one was the winning feeling but either way, she was happy. A bed to sleep in that was surrounded by four walls, and non only just four walls, but an entire house. It simply meant that for once, Allison was more secure in her world than with where she would sleep before.
Before Allison allowed herself to lay on the bed, she quickly dragged the long dresser in front of the door, blocking at least one exit. Then she walked to the windows and eyeballed any exit routes in case she needed them and to make sure that those exits weren't also an entrance to her when she was unguarded. As she looking out into the darkening day, she found that there were literally no bodies walking about. Living or not, Allison saw not a glimpse of any other creature in the surrounding area. Maybe she was safe here. Maybe she was okay to stay here for a while and gather energy.
But Allison knew those were false hopes and not to get them too high. So with a deep sigh, Allison pulled the comforter back as she dropped her bag, guns, and melee weapons to the ground. Her muscles ached for the soft bed that would keep her warm, as the spring in Illinois wasn't exactly reaching the warmer degrees just yet. For once, maybe Allison could sleep without waking herself in fits of nightmares and bring attention from the undead to her half asleep and defenseless form. Maybe luck was on her side.