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 Beach
I 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.
