I woke up to dim light of the sun's rays peeking through in the living room windows. My arms and legs ached from sleeping in an awkward position. What a wonderful way to start the day.
I looked down at myself. I looked horrible. I hadn't washed for days because I hadn't had the time and my untrimmed blond hair hung in ugly clumps. The shirt I had on was the one I had scavenged from a wealthy home, but it was more than a couple sizes too large. My pants were a pair of jeans that had more holes than I could count. I was most proud of my shoes. They were a pair of real nice combat boots someone had left at my nieghbor's door. I didn't feel bad for taking them. My neighbors were dead.
I left the relative comfort of my bed and headed out towards the living room. I picked up the note I had carelessly thrown to the floor the night before. My eyes skimmed over it once and then I folded it carefully and stuck it into my shoe. It was time to go look for some food.
I made my way through the house and made it to the door. I was going to need to scavenge a lot today because I fully intended to leave this ghost town tomorrow. I grabbed the canvas bag I had hidden beneath the door at started to cross the street.
It was eerie as it always was. The only sound was the day wind blowing through the trees. I crossed the road where each of my footsteps seemed loud, and my heartbeat even louder. There was nothing left in any of the houses in my neighborhood. I never saw anybody here, but gradually I came to realize all of the houses were empty. My house was the only one that still had things in it.
I ran down my street waiting for road on the left. I knew it was a mile away. As I ran I wondered about the people who listened to actual music as they ran. I did that too. Or atleast kind of. I made up my own rythms to stay on pace. The road I was looking for loomed in the distance. I sprinted towards it, needing to feel that I was still alive.
I had never scavenged these houses. Hopefully no one else had either. The first home I saw was large. It had three whole stories and iron window bars on unbroken windows. Maybe this place had some food!
I jogged towards the home and tried the front door. It was locked. I looked for some other way of entry. I knew I couldn't break the windows if the night wind hadn't already. Instead I went around the house looking for some other door. I found a door that led from downstairs, maybe a basement. I wondered who had used this door before me. Some kind of jock sneaking his whore in or maybe a little kid wanting to play catch with his father? It didn't matter now.
There were only a couple of weathered gray steps and I reached the door quickly. I tried the door and it was open! I quickly went into the home. This place was a fucking treasure chest! It looked like it had never been touched! Even a large TV remained.
My first item of business were toiletries. I searched for the nearest bathroom hoping that maybe they had a towel. I tried a couple doors and finally found one. I locked myself in just in case. There was more than a towel in this bathroom. The counter top was littered with nail-polishes, shampoos, soaps, and even makeup! I grabbed it all and stuffed it into my bag. I let out a squeal of delight at my finds when suddenly my senses sharpened, I had heard a sound. And it almost sounded like a human voice.
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Broken Windows
Fiksi RemajaLife in a country that has been ravaged my biowarfare is hard. Fourteen year old Kat knows this firsthand. As far as she knows, there is no one left. That is... Except for her sister.