flickers / cg

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cameron, was her name. cameron lee crane was her entire full length name. she didn't know whether to like it or not. she never had a problem with it though.

her hair reached to her waist, it needed to be cut asap. she liked long hair before, but it's dangerous to have long locks of tangled hair in a world where things could grab and claw at you for food.

cameron ran and ran and ran. her worn out backpack was slung over her shoulder, it bounced up and down, the zipper making a clinking noise each and every time her feet made harsh contact with the ground.

she ran, and ran until she saw smoke up in the air. the carbon dioxide was close enough to mix with the oxygen around her, and she started to feel lightheaded.

she realized she was in some sort of clearing with a wooden house nearby. the undead surrounded the house, except they were actually, fully dead. it was so quiet too.

she kept on walking, making her way in a random direction, not caring anymore if it was the way she came from.

she walked deep into the forest until she found train tracks. train tracks and a sign close by. cameron sprinted towards the sign, but dry blood covered the sign, except for one word which read sanctuary, and a word written in crimson above.

no sanctuary.