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Flipping her butterfly knife back and forth she watched as the zombies that filled out the city streets below her roamed. Hearing only the sounds of the winds and moaning of the undead. It was always so strange to her that something that had caused her such horror, pain, anger, and sadness could for a moment be so calming. She remembered her older brother's letters, explaining how living in the barracks wasn't that bad that you adjust and get used to them. And here she was used to zombies. The peace was quickly soaked out of the air as soon as the gunshots echoed through the city.

Glancing over the edge to where the deafening sound had come from. A group was weaving their way through the different alleyways. Killing any of the zombies that got into their way. She knew how this would end. She had SEEN this movie before, she had BEEN in this movie before. A lot of people get desperate. In need for any supplies they go into the city since a lot of the supplies are still still there and untouched. But they're untouched for a reason. You'd never get through the dozen, upon dozen crowds. That is unless you knew what you were doing. And Ash knew exactly what she was doing.

She watched as the crowd started to corner them. Say what you want, but four years doesn't completely make you into a heartless person. Reaching into her brown dirty shoulder bag, pulling out a few fireworks and lit them with a rusty lighter. Tossing one as far as she could, well allowing the second one to be about a yard away. The popping of the second one drew the zombies away. But the farther one kept their attention on the explosives instead of the people.

Jumping over the edge and landing onto the fire escape. Jogging down the different flights of stairs, skipping over a few steps in order to reach the bottom faster. Kicking the rusty ladder down before quickly climbing down the ladder. Running down an alleyway she thought was the right way but instead just led her straight into a dead end.

"Well shit," She heard after the group of footsteps behind her stop with her own.

Looking around her area to try and find a way out. To her left was a solid brick wall. To her right there was an open window above a very large rusty dumpster. Pulling herself up and slipping through the fully opened window. Once inside she shut the wide open door. Looking to her right she saw a large nightstand and quickly pushed it in front of the chipped white wooden door. She turned around to see what had happened to the group when she was pinned with a spiked steel bat. The rest of the group pointed each of their guns to the hooded girl.

She slowly raised her hands up, keeping her cool. 'Who are you?" A black haired woman asked, but she stayed quiet, "Is it just you?" A taller guy asked, standing next to the woman. She nodded making she she wasn't moving forwards, not wanting to get piked.

"You know how to get out of here?" She nodded her head once again. The two shared a glance, silently agreeing on the same thing with just a look. "Lead the way."

The city was fairly easy to leave. Only having to deal with a handful of zombies on their way out. Now on a dirty back road, the group was following the hooded girl. "So, what are you doing alone kid?" The older white haired man asked. Just before she was about to say something her head snapped to behind them. Hearing different twigs snapping and leaves crunching. Reaching to her hip pulling out one of the knives that was housed there. "I wouldn't do that," The blonde man warned, pointing his gun at her.

Suddenly a zombie came sprinting towards them. She grabbed a hold of its arm and twisted and flipped it over her shoulder. Reaching forwards and stabbing it into the head. Just as she was able to take a breath another one came spriting even faster towards her. Before anyone could get a clear shot she had already had her legs wrapped around its neck. Bringing it to the ground before sinking the knife once again into its head. Killing it.

Panting slightly trying to catch her breath after having not done much in the past week she had been in the city. Pulling bits of her dark hair from the corners of her mouth as a result of her hood falling from her head. Pushing off one of her knees and standing up. Whipping the blood knife onto the thigh of her black pants. Looking up to see the surprised expressions of the group in front of her. "Sometimes I really hate the apocalypse."

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