The cracked road under our feet, we tread silently. My heart pounded; this was the fastest it's been since I woke up to see myself on Willow's lap. I attempted to steady my breath; it was futile. My breath remained shaky. Until now I never paid so much attention to my shoelaces, but now they were enough to jeopardize my life. I hate it. I hate feeling like I'm at the strings of a puppeteer, or rather, the shoelaces of a puppeteer.
We approached the building, the nearest zombie being a hundred meters away. Have we distanced ourselves enough to speak yet? I looked to Willow, she kept silent, so I assumed we'd wait until we made it inside. The door hinges appeared rusted, but after some tugging, we made a large enough entrance to squeeze between the doors. The door wasn't loud, but it was making noise. The noise of the creaking of the doors had me anxious but it appeared not to attract any zombies
"We're finally in," Willow sighed in relief. "Yeah, anyway we don't have much time. We need to collect supplies."
I nodded in agreement, I looked at the carts and saw two options. The handheld cart would cause much less noise but hold much less. On the other hand, the wheeled cart would hold much more but endanger us more. The only clear option would be the handheld cart, which would mean we'd have to consistently come back to the market to restock on food.
We went through all the sections, some were loaded with zombies, some weren't, but either way we managed to get necessities. Even if the zombies wandered through, we had an advantage.
Eventually, with a few near-death encounters, we collected enough water, canned goods, and weapons to supply us for...I'm not sure how long, but we had enough.
"Ivory, I think we grabbed enough. Let's go." Willow said as I crammed another canned good into the basket. We, both with carts in hand, left the store. Not much else happened after that besides the part where we found an isolated place near the woods. The same woods where the creature first started hunting us down. Weird, I know. But it was peaceful having no zombies to deal with.
"Here's your portion." Willow turned as she handed me a bowl of unidentifiable mush. I considered her effort and didn't comment on it, trying to forge a few pleasing smiles to make her feel good about the food.
Bang!
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Apodidraskinda
TerrorHide and seek, one of the most famous childhood games, and certainly a loved one. But what happens when it becomes creepier? When you hide scared, and you feel alone? What if you hide to live, but you also have to have necessary things to survive? A...
