Running...
Running...
"Ugh stupid runners" I say between short quick breaths as I look around.I sit down on the hot, dirty sidewalk that used to be a populated piece of city. Hollywood, California to be exact.
"I need to get out of here" I say as I see about maybe 3 hoarders shuffling towards a nearby shop. I take off my old " Le SportSac " tropical pink themed backpack. Well, at least used to be pink. I would say its more of a light grayish dirt color now. I unzip my bag and pull out a journal filled with different mementos and pieces of souvenirs from my gift shop travels.
Date: November 15, 2018
Well, I'm here for the 3rd time.
It's time to move on and forget about this place. I need to start heading up towards Canada. Last I heard they have a base camp where they fly survivors out to Europe where the infection hasn't spread.Next stop,
Long BeachI shove my journal into my bag and then
proceed to securely close my bag. I toss my bag around my back and stand on my dirty fitted sneakers. I turn to face the street looking for a highway sign. I see one that says " 405, 2 miles heading east."Then I start running.
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Science FictionViolet foster is a 16 year old girl who lives in the year 2018 of the zombie apocalypse with no one on the earth alive but her. Or so she thought.