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Post by Tory Bournell on Mar 11, 2015 18:10:31 GMT -5
Tory stumbled out of the woods and fell to her knees in the sunlit median of a barren highway. It looked like a nice place to take a break; she needed one badly. Tory recalled the past few days. She had wandered through the woods trying to escape both the walkers that pursued her and the thoughts that haunted her. Now it looked as though the latter had finally caught up. Tory could no longer hold back her tears and so she began to water the grass. Her group, her parents... Everyone she knew had died. Alone and unsure of what to do with herself, Tory continued to lay there next to the melting snow. It was a warm day, a sign of the seasons changing, but there was still a slight breeze. The wind chilled Tory, and that's when she noticed how wet her clothes had become. Raised in Minnesota, Tory knew the dangers of hypothermia, even on a warm day. She quickly took off her wet clothes and put on a dry t-shirt and shorts. She paused before continuing, it still felt odd changing in the open, but it wasn't like anyone would see. Tory put her drenched items in her backpack, she'd dry them later, and swapped her boots for her pair of sneakers. She was hardly dressed for the weather, but if she kept moving she'd stay warm. A nearby sign read "Albany-50 Miles"; Tory had no reason to head to there, but doing anything had to be better than nothing. With one last glance towards the dark woods behind her and a quick wipe of her eyes, Tory started jogging down the road.
Post by Tory Bournell on Mar 11, 2015 23:45:23 GMT -5
Tory made good time. She was glad to have kept in shape and jogging brought back memories of life before the outbreak. Every summer before volleyball season the team would run togather outside to get in shape, this is no different thought Tory to herself. Except it was. Back than everyone was alive: her friends, her coaches, her family. Back than she wasn't alone. Tory fought back the tears as she tried to push herself to keep going, but it was to no avail. She knew there was nothing else waiting for her in Albany, just more emptiness. Tory's fast pace had taken its toll; she decided now was as good of any to rest. "Oofta" exclaimed Tory as she sat and leaned herself against an abandoned car. Her throat was parched and her legs were tired beyond belief. Tory opened one of her water bottles and sipped it, as much because it was hard to swallow in her sadness as because she wanted to ration it. Trying to distract herself from grief filled thoughts, Tory busied herself examining her surroundings. The highway looked normal for the day flanked by open fields filled with mud and pockets of slushy snow and dotted with broken cars. Pretty soon gazes at the tree line turned into gazes aimed at the sky. Tory was beginning to doze off, but any chances of sleep were soon dashed when a walker burst out of a car only ten yards further up the road. Tory panicked and screamed. She tried to get up and run but tripped over herself. Reaching into her bag, she grabbed her gun and took aim. Click! Click! Tory forgot to load it, though her hands were shaking so bad it wouldn't have made a difference if she had. There was no time to run, no time to find a weapon. Desperate, Tory grasped at the rear door of the car she had been leaning against. It opened. Tory threw in her bag and clambered inside, struggling to close the door as the walker pulled from the other end. It clicked and Tory made sure to lock it before turning away her attention. The window didnt look like it'd hold much longer, and the noise was attracting more company. Tory slid over the center console and into the driver's seat where she began frantically searching for a pair of keys. There was none in the console, none in the glove box, not even any in the abandoned purse she found. Tory began to lose hope as a total of four walkers beat on the windows. She about jumped through the roof as a fifth appeared out of nowhere outside the driver-side window pounding upon the glass. The car began to vibrate with each hit but just when all seemed lost a twist of fate occurred. The already frail visor snapped and with it fell the key's, both metaphorically and literately into her lap. Shocked by the sudden answering of her prayers, Tory fumbled with the keys at first but wasted no time in starting the car. She immediately applied gas and took off down the road; the walkers that almost killed her became specks in the rear view mirror as she barreled off in the car, a busted rusty Prius. When she felt safe again, Tory pulled over too catch her bearings before continuing at a speed more fitting for her novice driving skills. Feeling like she might break down before the junker she was driving, Tory once again blocked her grief and fear by concentrating on the road ahead of her.
Post by Tory Bournell on Mar 12, 2015 20:54:12 GMT -5
Tory was stuck. She punched the accelerator but the car wouldn't budge. Tory had made it to Albany, but it wasn't the pleasant place she had hoped it to be. Driving through the outskirts of the city she had seen pockets of walkers with more undead than students at her old school and packs of wild dogs more ravenous than the wolves near her old hometown. Tory had made the decision to keep driving, but it didn't look like her change of plans was going to fan out. "Nonononono..." pleaded Tory. She held the gas a little longer, but all the wheels did was spin. Night was falling and a herd of walkers was approaching from behind, yet unaware of her presence. She had to get out of there. Tory grabbed her gun from the rear seat and shoved it in her bag, taking care to load it this time. Quiet as can be, she slipped out of the car and panned the street for shelter. She saw a clothing store up ahead; it looked safe. Silently making her way down the sidewalk, Tory made sure to avoid any places where a walker might jump out and surprise her. The front doors on the store were still sealed tight, it didnt look like anyone had been inside since before the outbreak. Running around to the back, Tory searched for another way in. There was a window ajar near the loading dock. Tory threw her pack in than boosted herself inside before closing the window behind her. She was safe for the night. Too tired to do anything else, Tory fell deep asleep for the first time in over a week.
Post by Tory Bournell on Mar 12, 2015 22:03:38 GMT -5
#At 9AM In The Morning#
The sun peaked through the shades as Tory slowly awoke. It was a beautiful morning and she felt refreshed. It took a few seconds for her to come to her senses and remember the previous day. Tory checked the place for any intruders before taking a seat on the checkout counter to have breakfast. While eating a granola bar, her mind began to wander and her resolve began to fade. What was she to do with herself? With her parents went her entire purpose for living. The walkers that attacked her group had taken everything and left her with nothing but a few granola bars and a can of peaches. "Least I have this," Tory said to herself. Her bag was left over from school; following the outbreak her mother had packed it specially in case they had to flee quickly. That was last Tory had seen of her mother; she had sacrificed her life to give the hope of life to her daughter. That was why Tory was in Albany, why she was alive. The fact didnt make things easier, but they made it all the more important. How she missed her mother's smile...she'd give anything to see it again, or at least the smile of another human being. Grieving was hard without someone to talk too; Tory found that out quickly. She sat by the register, teary eyed, for near an hour before containing herself again. Looking around the store, something caught her eye. It was a rack of dresses. The last time she got to wear one was before the outbreak, at a family friend's wedding. They weren't practical, but they were pretty nonetheless. Next to the rack was a shelf of post cards filled with the glossy photos of major cities. Tory found a duffel bag and filled it with any clothes she could use that caught her fancy. On top she laid the cards, a white sundress with a black belt, and a pair of black dress flats. Maybe someday she could visit all the places in the picture, maybe someday she would find a place where it was safe and clean enough to wear the dress. Both ideas seemed like distant pipe dreams to Tory, but they were goals. Like Albany, they gave her something to work towards while she searched for any sort of closure. Tory was unsure of how she wanted to live, but she knew she must. She owed it to herself and her deceased family. Satisfied with her packing, Tory cleaned herself using a sink in the bathroom. The water wasn't clean, but it worked fine. After grabbing a few hygenics and a box of tic tacs from near the cashier's station, Tory slung her packs on and headed back out the window. It was a new day and she was ready. Tory found a new car a few blocks away and carefully made for the highway. Opening her duffel bag with one hand, she reached for the first Post Card. She didnt care as long as it was anywhere but here. Flipping it over in her fingers, it read "Greetings From NYC- The City That Never Sleeps". Tory hoped to reach her destination by nightfall.