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A/N: Lyla's outfit ^^^
It's been three months since I lost my little sister. She's not dead.. As far as I know at least. She's just... gone. I hold my locket and think about the last time I saw her. That day is a complete blur. The last thing I can remember is heading to a safe zone with her, then waking up alone in the middle of nowhere with a bullet wound in my shoulder.
Speaking of that bullet wound, it's starting to hurt at the moment. I didn't have much to treat it with so I just cauterized it and left the bullet, assuming it would be fine. I shrug off the pain and continue walking down the road.
As of right now, I'm on foot in a city all alone. So yeah, you can see my problem. However, location wise, I'm pretty sure I'm somewhere in upstate New York. Mentality wise, I couldn't even begin to explain.
Right now I'm looking for a some kind of store to loot. I'm running low on food and I'd really like to have something that will take the pain in my shoulder away. I spot a little convenience store up ahead and swing my sniper rifle on my back as I pull out my machete. I walk into the store and see no Z's so I quickly grab whatever I can. I get a good amount of junk food and water, but no medicine, unfortunately.
As I'm walking out of the store I see a truck in the distance heading for that old school I passed on my way here. I decide to follow them, wondering why they'd go there when it's deserted and unsafe. I stay out of sight, watching them. There's three people standing in the bed of the truck, a woman with bright red hair, a young man, and an older looking guy. I see a man in uniform get out and look around. He seems to be looking for something..or someone. The man finds a Z under a vehicle and shoots it. I hear somebody yell something from the truck and get out.
Now this man is a whole other story. He's very strange looking, in fact he almost looks like a Z with his pale, dead looking skin. But he's very much alive and not a Z. I hear him say he's got to piss and another woman tells him not to go too far. He says something then turns right around, facing my direction, and starts peeing. My eyes widen and I look away. Wow, I did not expect that.
Two other people, a man and a woman, walk to a car and the woman gets in the back. When she gets out and turns around there's a baby in her arms. Seriously, a baby? What are they gonna do with a baby? I watch as they argue for awhile, then the man in uniform gives everyone instructions. The three people that were in the bed of the truck go around the side of the building and disappear and the other three, along with the baby, go inside. Now is my chance.
I could really use that truck, I've been on my feet for three whole months, by myself I might add. I would usually not do something like this, but I'm kind of desperate. I quickly and quietly walk up to the truck and peer inside. They didn't leave the keys. I didn't think they would, they seem smart enough not to. Thankfully I know how to hot wire a vehicle. Just as I turn around I see the three people that went around the building, but with another girl, looking at me questioningly.
