When Will I See You Again.

Hell on Earth.

      I stood there for what seemed like hours. I pictured the end of the world before, but never anything like this. I put a hand to my mouth as nausea rushed through my body. Threatening to make the small amount of food in my body leave. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. So unreal that by instinct, I put a hand up to my beloved hair clip for reassurance.

Bodies.
Fire.
Rubble.
Blood.
Ash.

      The sky so darkened with ash that I could barely even tell where the sun was. By guesstimating using the faint yellow light over all of the red, I presumed that it was about 2:00 P.M. The stench was almost worse than the sight. All of these new... Presences... We're flooding my senses with the unknown faster than I'd ever experienced in my life. But, no matter. I pushed my self forward anyway. I pulled out the compass hoping it was correct. Denmark. I know that Denmark is north even without a map. Obviously. So when my compass locates the north, I head in that direction. I take notice to the added inch and a half to my hair, but don't really give it much of a second thought.
      While walking, something dawns on me... If what that man said was true, then there are zombies somewhere. And I don't have anything to protect myself with... Besides my bare hands, but punching zombies doesn't really seem like a good idea to me.
      After an hour or so of scavenging off of rotting bodies, I come across a small dagger. It's dull and almost too small, but it's better than nothing. As long as I use enough force, it'll do some damage. I also found a (dirty) blue hair band and tie my long(er) hair back; it's just long enough to make a very small ponytail. I put the small knife through my belt holder, hoping it would stay there along with easy access. I continue to search bodies in hopes of something else but it seems most of these have already been picked clean... Even their clothes... All... All of their clothes. Eugh. I've seen worse... And weirder... I move on.

     A few hours pass and it's getting darker, and colder. Rapidly colder. I don't even think the sun has fully set and I'm already shivering, despite my being used to the cold. I look for a place to crash for the night. So far this city hasn't been too hostile, so I'm hoping I'll be fine.
After another half hour, I find a place in surprisingly good shape. Not 100% top quality, but better than most. I peek inside. Things don't usually go this good for me, so I expect the worse. After searching the place, I find no recent trace of any living thing besides the rat I just killed. 'Yay... Rat meat... My favorite...' I say sarcastically in my head. I sit in a closet with no windows and use an old trick of friction against two pieces of wood. Finally some smoke and a spark then a small flame.

      'Well... Bon appetite as the annoying French man says.'

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So, long chapter like usual. I hope everyone enjoyed this... Feel free to comment on anything, but try to refrain from too much hate, please. I know that this probably sucks. See ya in the next chapter!