Post by Hazel Farrell on Sept 24, 2020 14:25:28 GMT -5
The sky continued to rumble as a warning of what awaited, the dark clouds rolled and the wind took up. With every blow of the wind, a cold chill would hit the back of Hazels neck, sending a shiver through her body. It wasn't that it was freezing, just her damp clothes seemed to attract the coldness and she preferred to dry them off before a new day. On top of that, the days were get colder by the day and spending the last month under the stars had been enough. The tent had taken its toll from the great outdoors, rips and holes had been sealed with masking tape. Even then water was dripping through.
On her map it showed a small town was near by and having a roof over her head sounded like paradise. It ment she could get a better sleep by locking herself in a room and not having to keep one eye open while she slept.
She stuck to the roads when by hiking by foot in hope of finding a quicker mode of transport and for protection. No one wanted dead heads jumping out from behind any trees. The road had weaved and curved through the forest. As beautiful as it was overlooking the mountain cliffs she needed warmth and hope was about to finally shown itself. She needed this victory, even if it was small.
Finally a man made structure became clear and Hazel felt her luck change. From the hill half the town had been wiped out from a mud mud slide and a quarter by a rising river. Continuing on her walk down the hill she pass multiple dead heads long since having there brains punchers. Houses held broken windows and open doors. Cars were parked in all manners, but all had fuel caps open and boots also. This reinforced Hazels view that this town had long since been picked dry. Ten minutes down the road, the rest of the buildings were in the same state as the first few.
Hazel stopped dead in her tracks, for the life of her she couldn't remember what day it was and it bugged the hell out of her. It wasn't as if it was a life or death question, she just liked to know what the day and date were. Wasn't even for birthdays, she stopped celebrating there birthdays long ago and her own. It helped her feel a thread of been human. She didn't feel human nowadays, just a another person surviving by the day. Taking a little note pad out of her pocket she began flick through the pages until she hitahe diy calendar.
" I missed my birthday" Hazel muttered to herself.
Hazel continued her hike and from a pure gut feeling she stopped in front of a ladies clothing store. It had two floors, ground and a first floor. It looked no wider than two cars back to back with its shutter half down and double front door that looked as if it just needed a good push. Leaving the shutter as it was, Hazel gave a good push to the door and opened it in wards. As Hazel closed the door, to her surprise it looked untouched in years. Despite the cod webs, it looked like since the arrival of dead heads, no had been near the place looking for hidden treasure and with luck a place to rest. Tapping the metal clothes rack with her knife, she waited to see if any dead heads appeared.
On her map it showed a small town was near by and having a roof over her head sounded like paradise. It ment she could get a better sleep by locking herself in a room and not having to keep one eye open while she slept.
She stuck to the roads when by hiking by foot in hope of finding a quicker mode of transport and for protection. No one wanted dead heads jumping out from behind any trees. The road had weaved and curved through the forest. As beautiful as it was overlooking the mountain cliffs she needed warmth and hope was about to finally shown itself. She needed this victory, even if it was small.
Finally a man made structure became clear and Hazel felt her luck change. From the hill half the town had been wiped out from a mud mud slide and a quarter by a rising river. Continuing on her walk down the hill she pass multiple dead heads long since having there brains punchers. Houses held broken windows and open doors. Cars were parked in all manners, but all had fuel caps open and boots also. This reinforced Hazels view that this town had long since been picked dry. Ten minutes down the road, the rest of the buildings were in the same state as the first few.
Hazel stopped dead in her tracks, for the life of her she couldn't remember what day it was and it bugged the hell out of her. It wasn't as if it was a life or death question, she just liked to know what the day and date were. Wasn't even for birthdays, she stopped celebrating there birthdays long ago and her own. It helped her feel a thread of been human. She didn't feel human nowadays, just a another person surviving by the day. Taking a little note pad out of her pocket she began flick through the pages until she hitahe diy calendar.
" I missed my birthday" Hazel muttered to herself.
Hazel continued her hike and from a pure gut feeling she stopped in front of a ladies clothing store. It had two floors, ground and a first floor. It looked no wider than two cars back to back with its shutter half down and double front door that looked as if it just needed a good push. Leaving the shutter as it was, Hazel gave a good push to the door and opened it in wards. As Hazel closed the door, to her surprise it looked untouched in years. Despite the cod webs, it looked like since the arrival of dead heads, no had been near the place looking for hidden treasure and with luck a place to rest. Tapping the metal clothes rack with her knife, she waited to see if any dead heads appeared.