Finding Hope In A World That Has Little

4: All for Us.

Going on without John was a big hurdle that Lorelei had to climb over, she didn't want to peel herself away from the house, the only thing left of him. But she had to. Thankfully, he did have food in the fridge that was still good, and she was glad for a place to sleep for the night. Tomorrow, they would move on to the edge of the city.

So she did what anyone would do when given a place to stay despite it being only halfway through the day, she did a perimeter check of the street to make sure. She made the kids lock the door and stay in the living room with Hope and the backpack.

She trusted Emily enough to watch her younger siblings, at least for this short amount of time. It wouldn't take that long. She just needed to be careful and probably practice more on killing the zombies. She only took out one before, and there would be more.

 Her knife was gripped in her hand as she walked down the side of the house first, seeing if anything was surrounding any side of it. She sighed in relief when nothing was there, that part being clear. She walked back to the street and did the same with every house, her protective instincts on high like usual. Except she knew kind of the gist of what she was doing. What to look for, where to go, how to defend.

She knew how to kill those zombies and would do it again and again. It was concerning and scary, but she focused on those instincts that seemed to come forth whenever her kids were in question. Everything she did since she left the apartment was for them, and for John, but mostly for them. And John would want her to do exactly what she was doing already.

There was a car that had crashed into a mailbox across from the house she walked by. She went to investigate it, mostly since the car doors were closed and the car wasn't in too bad shape. Well....until she saw that the hood was smashed and the mailbox was flopped over in the grass.

Eventually they would need a vehicle to get farther from this place, transportation. And her car was in a completely different area of the city.  She looked inside and the window was down. She wanted to hope nobody was in there, but there was.

A man had his body folded over the steering wheel, and the bottom half was nowhere to be found. Blood soaked the whole seat and down where the pedals were below. It wasn't too dry, either. It growled weakly as it reached its arm over to Lorelei. And it was hungry. She didn't see it as hunger though, all she imagined was he wanted help to stop the suffering.

Her eyes glossed over sadly as she went to the other side of the car, through the rolled down window. And whispered to him, "I'm so sorry this happened to you..." After a few silent moments, she ended the poor dead man's misery. The knife went into the skull and he stopped moving his arm and head, laying limply against the wheel.

She still couldn't ever wrap her head around the newfound horror in this world. It was almost torture, to see all of these people. They used to be living and breathing, then something or someone else took that away. It was heartbreaking. She gave him her respects before taking the knife back. She did wonder if John knew this person or if they were friends at one point, and it made everything ache all the more about the world ending.

 She just had to carry on and keep going, keep moving forward. Get out of the city, find somewhere to maybe settle down. For how long? Until the world got put back together? If it ever did... She killed another zombie in her path, and another, until she finished with the street.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Back to the house.... ࿐ྂ

It was around the evening time at this point, which meant the three were hungry. So she made Emily and Chris sandwiches with the rest of the lunchmeat in the fridge and the bread since it was there. Also found sliced cheese, so that was a plus.