Post by Candy Akiyama on Dec 1, 2016 1:45:58 GMT -5
The night of the tropical storm was another pearl on the string of tragedies in young Candy's life. First she and Aron were separated from Anthony and not two hours later, she lost track of Aron too. Scared and tearful, Candy found a leeward porch to huddle on. She was soaking wet and wasn't going to get any sleep, but at least she still had her wagon and in-progress water still.
When morning came, she was torn between setting out to look for Anthony and Aron or staying put to be easier to be found herself. A small pack of walkers that came wandering down street made that question quickly moot. candy felt her heart leap into her throat, but she got to her feet. Taking hold of her wagon's handle, the little girl tore down from the porch, out the driveway and down the broken asphalt of the road The wagon's squeaky wheels could be dangerous, but they already knew she was there. Terrified, she just ran and ran hard, the walkers in no seeming hurry. They also did not not stop lurched along behind her.
Two, maybe three blocks down, Candy came upon a corner gas station on edge of the neighborhood. In her panic, she tried the front door, but it was boarded up and locked. Candy hurried around the corner, finding the bathrooms. Trying the women's room fist, she was thankful to find the door unlocked. What she wasn't happy to find was the one walker inside. It was a woman with several long ago dried gunshots to the chest and broken legs. Probably a victim of post-apocalyptic bandits. Hopefully long gone bandits.
The woman's misfortune in life was Candy's fortune, a walker with broken legs was one threat she could handle. Pulling her wagon all the way into the bathroom, Candy made sure to close the door behind her, because she could still hear the other walkers behind her. The terrified girl pulled her butterfly knife free of her dress pocket, and flipped the blade out. In a flash she took out her grief and frustration on the prone walker, Stabbing the blade once into each eye, to be doubly sure the woman would finally rest.
Swinging her knife closed, she wandered back to the door to casually turn the deadbolt, and lock the door. It was barely seconds later that the walkers outside tried pounding through it. Candy had almost forgotten about them in the short time she was in prone walker's face. She grabbed and pulled her wag into the nearest stall, closing and locking the stall door behind her too.
Candy sat in her rain-drenched dress and pulled her feet up on the toilet with her, and waited. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it, the girl hugging her knees, but keeping her butterfly knife ready in one hand. She could only wait and hope the door and deadbolt wouldl hold. Or Anthony and Aron would find the gas station and rescue her.
When morning came, she was torn between setting out to look for Anthony and Aron or staying put to be easier to be found herself. A small pack of walkers that came wandering down street made that question quickly moot. candy felt her heart leap into her throat, but she got to her feet. Taking hold of her wagon's handle, the little girl tore down from the porch, out the driveway and down the broken asphalt of the road The wagon's squeaky wheels could be dangerous, but they already knew she was there. Terrified, she just ran and ran hard, the walkers in no seeming hurry. They also did not not stop lurched along behind her.
Two, maybe three blocks down, Candy came upon a corner gas station on edge of the neighborhood. In her panic, she tried the front door, but it was boarded up and locked. Candy hurried around the corner, finding the bathrooms. Trying the women's room fist, she was thankful to find the door unlocked. What she wasn't happy to find was the one walker inside. It was a woman with several long ago dried gunshots to the chest and broken legs. Probably a victim of post-apocalyptic bandits. Hopefully long gone bandits.
The woman's misfortune in life was Candy's fortune, a walker with broken legs was one threat she could handle. Pulling her wagon all the way into the bathroom, Candy made sure to close the door behind her, because she could still hear the other walkers behind her. The terrified girl pulled her butterfly knife free of her dress pocket, and flipped the blade out. In a flash she took out her grief and frustration on the prone walker, Stabbing the blade once into each eye, to be doubly sure the woman would finally rest.
Swinging her knife closed, she wandered back to the door to casually turn the deadbolt, and lock the door. It was barely seconds later that the walkers outside tried pounding through it. Candy had almost forgotten about them in the short time she was in prone walker's face. She grabbed and pulled her wag into the nearest stall, closing and locking the stall door behind her too.
Candy sat in her rain-drenched dress and pulled her feet up on the toilet with her, and waited. She didn't want to cry, but she couldn't help it, the girl hugging her knees, but keeping her butterfly knife ready in one hand. She could only wait and hope the door and deadbolt wouldl hold. Or Anthony and Aron would find the gas station and rescue her.