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LUCKILY FOR THE CAMP, ANOTHER night had passed smoothly, not one disruption had occurred, fortunately. the people slept well, tucked neatly into the remaining parts of cars, of tends or maybe they even snuck into the back of the huge truck brought back yesterday after the return of the fellow camp members who volunteered to take themselves into the city. with all this luck, all this hope, begging that the days could continue like this. can't god take some sympathy into consideration, he may be now. letting the folks rest, but how long will that be for. what was there to come of the future? deserved forgiveness.
but what had ava forgotten to do? she had forgotten to pray to god, it was a daily tradition and somehow she'd forgotten to per-sue herself to falling to her knees, clasping hands together and begging the heavens above for a way out. the hope the girl had stored up in her system was just sitting there, the level not having been touched, at least not just yet. the conversation between her and her dale, him calling her own for her language got her mentally giggling hysterically and the exhaustion. those both collapsing on each other, so much to think about, she drifted as soon as her lids were allowed to close.
dreaming was an escape, well, sleeping was an escape from reality. dreams now, came at a cost. you had to pay for the good dreams, her broke ass couldn't afford any of that, nor could anyone. the world, it was a walking nightmare and the brains of those alive were getting used to today's acts of violence, the living dead ripping inner organs every second. before, you were able to look up on the internet how many people were being born at that very moment and who had passed, to think about that but in this situation. how many people were being bitten, ripped apart by those things? could you even count how many. each second was a walker taking a bite out of flesh, that flesh rotting and becoming one with others.
the young girl, her messed up ashes of locks burrowing by her shoulders, the elastic bands losing strength in keeping the strands together in one, giving her an extreme case of bed head. her skin collecting the gentle touches of a snowflake, paling the more she chose to keep within the caravan rather than go out. during the early hours of the morning, ava chose to stay within the rv, distancing herself from anyone who'd woken early to carry on where they'd left off from yesterday. the muffled conversation from behind the thinned rv walls, laughs and groans, footsteps and sounds of metal clanking against one another.
she knew that she should start applying some more dedication into helping around in the early hours of the morning but it was like her brain was keeping her from it, months back she was able to get up without no fuss. now, it took a whole lot more than a little bit of a push and pull, feeling ever so heavy. and the cause was self explanatory, she was going through puberty, at her age it was only natural. the deals of having to grow up with constant death was frustrating enough but to not being to live the way people had.
