Imagine: You were lying there, in a ditch, beside the highway. Just like you had been for the past few days. You knew that this was it, you'd be lucky to just die now, but you'd probably last until sundown. Knowing your luck, some Zombies would even find you before that could happen, but a girl could dream. You had ended up where you were after having a tousle with a group of about; 10 men. They had been tearing at your clothes, no need to explain the underlying intention there, when you bit one of them, kicked the other one in the crotch and stabbed a third in the leg. They left you there, beaten to a pulp, weapon-less, luggage-less and dying of natural causes. You supposed it was one of the 'less likely' ways to go these days. With half-dead people, who were supposed to be completely dead, walking the earth and everything. You would have put yourself out of your own hopeless misery, if it weren't for the fact that those perverts took every single weapon, you could have possibly had, from you. So, there you were, dying, like everyone else on this planet was, just a whole lot faster. You had managed to turn yourself over to face the sky, almost like a Father would have flipped a patty on his barbecue, 4 years prior. You were baking in the sun, but that wouldn't prevent you from trying to not get burnt. If you were going to be dead, you were at least going to try to be not as hideous as you would have been otherwise. You estimated that it was about 16:00, the sun was making its way to the West, not quite showing the beginnings of a sunset, but getting close for sure. 'Here it comes.' You remember thinking, and it did. The thing that came, however, wasn't exactly what you were hoping for though. Instead of the purifying glow of Heaven's gates, you were temporarily blinded by the artificial glare of a car's headlights. And then deafened, not by the glorious sounds of Angel's singing, but by the loud mocking voices of living and breathing humans. So, the men had come to finish you off had they? They'd probably stab you in the abdomen, or maybe an artery in your arm, something that would be slower and painful, but would definitely kill you, without question. Your mind had become too fuzzy to perfectly make out what the voices were saying, or even what you were looking at. All you could see was the sky, spinning around you, an endlessly torturing image. Then, all of the sudden the noises stopped, you assumed you had lost your hearing, until a sudden loud and cooing voice rang inside your left ear. The surprise was enough to make your body jump, with energy you didn't even have to spare in the first place. So, with one last drooping blink, you shut your eyes, blocking out the terrible world in front of them.
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That was about 3 months ago, roughly 9 years apocalypse time.
You had opened your eyes, a week later, to discover yourself in the bed of a pickup truck. A group of survivors, who were often called; Delta-Xray-Delta or Operation Bite Mark, had nursed you back to health after being the first people to notice your, almost, lifeless body by the side of the freeway.
To say they were excited when you bolted into a sitting position, while they were having a snack in the middle of a field, would be a definite understatement. The first person to notice was a man with a wicked sense of humour, you now knew him as Doc.
He had hooted and hollered, probably grabbing the attention of every Zombie within your 10 mile radius. He had been the one who, mostly, got you better. So, naturally, he was the most ecstatic. He had especially rubbed it in the 'blue man's' face, saying how; 'he knew he could do it'.
You just sat there, your eyes blown wide with shock, and your shoulders stiff with unwanted tension. The person to save you from this predicament had been Addy, she had told everyone to bugger off for a while, and they did. This is when herself and Warren had explained just what the hell was happening. They told you about their mission, and hardly gave you any choice, but to join them. Not that you wouldn't have, well, actually...
