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One - Dead But Alive.

Two weeks later

-Kira's POV-

Two weeks. That's how long it's been since since I've seen the welcoming rays of the sun. Two weeks since I've seen my own family. Two weeks since I've seen a real smile or heard a lively laugh that isn't painted in fear. From our hiding place in a basement of the town libraby, we occasionally hear the strangled cries of the souls that weren't fortunate enough get to a safe place. And that's something that ruins us.

"We're beginning to run out of supplies," I hear Fawn quietly speak from her perch on a desk that resembles her makeshift bed.

"And how do you suppose we get more?" I say, nodding to the barrier of tables and chairs surrounding the door that leads outside.

"We can't stay in here forever, Kira."

"This isn't some minor bug floating around," I say, getting a bit worked up, "This is a pandemic."

"Yes, a pandemic. And we need food," She says.

I take a deep breath, looking hesitantly over at the door. "Fine, let's get out of here."

She offers a weak smile before we gather all our remaining gear. I pull my light brown hair back off my face and ready my crossbar that I picked up from a construction site on the way here. I look over at Fawn. She seems nervous to leave our little sanctuary but nonetheless she grips her screwdriver and uncovers and debris at the door.

Stealthily, we make our way out of the basement and into the main part of the library. We haven't yet come across any of those walking corpses and we try and stick to the shadows in hopes of being unnoticed by the dead.

"Here's the plan, we go to your house first and check for your family. We can get some stuff from there," Fawn instructed. She's always been undeniably the smartest between us.

It's a 10 minute trek from here to my neighbourhood, so we set off immediately. We walk in the middle of the road, exchanging scattered small talk. This whole thing has really shaken us up. But there is only so much you can think about when you're in a life or death situation as such. Right now I just needed my family.

"Do you think there are others out there?" I ask, desperately searching for the hope in Fawn's chocolate brown eyes. They are as intense as the rapids from a dark and murky river, whereas mine were soft and grey like the cloudy sky that dawned above us.

"Yeah, I think so," She reassures me.

Finally, we reach my house. I look at it nervously. From the outside it looks deserted and it dawns on me that there's a high possibility my family won't be in there. I walk up the front steps of the porch, Fawn following closely behind.

I swing open the door and peek around the hallway. No one here. I continue to check the whole house. No sign of anyone. I try to swallow the lump in my throat but the feeling of my heart sinking is too strong. My knees bucked and I began sobbing right then and there, in the middle of my kitchen.

I feel Fawn's hand on my back, rubbing soothing circles. But the thing that brings me back to earth is the flicker of paper taped to a utensil drawer. I wipe my tears and stand up to examine it. It was a note, and I recognised the scrappy handwriting imediately.

Blades don't need reloading. - Dad x

I grip the handle and rip open the drawer to find a collection of knives. Some look unsuitable for melee combat, like the butcher and steak knives. But there are also daggers and light weight knives that look perfect for throwing.

"Fawn! Look!" She runs over to where I'm positioned.

"Whoa.." She gasps in awe at the arrangement of weapons that looked fresh out of a video game. She picked up the note and scanned over it. "How'd your dad get all this?"