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Y/n L/n was brought up in the country with her twin brother, she learned all sorts of survival and hunting skills. When she turned 16 she left to join the army front line soldiers with her brother, picking up a variety of skills...
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Y/n's POV
I've been travelling the roads of America now for almost two months though I haven't travelled too far from Atlanta. I want to stick close to the city and try to divert people away from it but the job is proving difficult with the amount of resurrected dead roaming the streets. I managed to put up a few signs near the south and west end of Atlanta however the north and east remain uninformed of what lies ahead for those who dare to enter.
I've also remained close for supply purposes. The day we arrived we were briefly shown to a few small armouries in case of emergencies. I try to keep what I carry to a minimum so that when I leave my bag in the truck to hunt for food nobody will try to steal from me seeing it as someone who has little to nothing. That said we all have little to nothing now.
I've encountered a few survivors on my travels who had been traveling to Atlanta for this sanctuary they had heard of. It was painful to crush their hopes and inform them that Atlanta had fallen. Hope is a rarity these days.
Some survivors I had met weren't as hopeful for the world to return to the way it was. In fact they thrived in the now ending world committing crimes that would earn them many years in jail. One of my encounters with people like this was when I had found a river, the area was surrounded by trees well hidden from the sights of others. Or so I thought.
I had decided in that calm and quiet moment not seeing any resurrected, that now would be a perfect opportunity to bathe since I hadn't in almost a week and half. Gross but that's how life was, water was limited and you had to deal with what you got. Anyway I had stripped down to my black underwear, the bra pushed up my breast and held them tight and securely so they didn't bounce too much as I ran. My panties hugged my waist and lower curves.
I had begun to step into the water when I heard the trees and bushes rustle which instantly had me on guard since it was a warm sunny day with no wind. I began to walk back to my clothes though stopped in my tracks as four men approached. Two came from the bushes while two came from the trees.
"Well what do we have here?" One man with outgrown shaggy blonde hair and rough features said as he walked closer bringing his thumb to his lips as he licked and poked at his bottom lip with his tongue. His build was muscular of the sort. He wasn't bulky like a few of the men I knew back home, or on my squad. No, rather he had more of a cadet graduate body build.
"Been a while since we've seen a pretty lady around these parts of the woods." This man was short, maybe only an inch taller than me which would stand him at 5'3. (Making you 5'2, sorry if you're taller I know most authors make the reader short but it just works well with the discrimination to come in later chapters. Again I'm sorry.) His hair was neatly kept and shoulder length, heck he could give Ben Barnes a run for his money, well maybe if he used some more shampoo to make it shinier but it would be a close call. His build was skinny and with little muscle.
