Survival [UNDER MAJOR RE-CONSTRUCTION] {Incomplete}

Chapter 1

Chrone stood outside taking in the nice spring breeze. Everything about this moment in time is perfect. Despite the fact that shes in constant danger at only 17. She really does try to make the best of life, although it's made difficult given that her family and closest friends are dead. Moments like these are ones she cherishes. She's not given many. They always seem to get interupted whether its by infected or just normal people looking for a problem. Just like now. Hearing a groan in the distance, Chrone knew it was time to leave.

Peeking down the hill she climbed, she checked to see if there were any infected at the bottom. Seeing none, she turned and looked behind her. Sighing in relief she guided herself down the hill. She made sure to be careful not to push or shove anything big that could make a lot of noise. She made the mistake of doing that once, and barley managed to get herself out of the complicated predicament.

Making it to the bottom, she started to make her way back to her house. Although others considered it a miniature prison for the way it looked. The place is lined with a constant electric fence, including barbed wire and a door that required a passcode for entrance. She doesn't understand why, it's got to be one of the safest places to be during a time like this. But that's mainly the reason she can't keep anyone around. They all either think she's crazy, or are in fear of being trapped underground. She can't lie that the idea hadn't crossed her mind once or twice, but she didn't give it much thought.

About half way to her house was when she spotted about three or four infected in the trees. She heaved a sigh before reaching for her kusurigama, only to discover that it's not at her hip where it usually rests. This sent her into a slight panic. The situation wasn't foreign to her though, given that she had been in similar situations.

She made sure to make a mental note, remembering not to leave the house without weapons again.

She quietly ran towards a tree, swiftly pulling herself up by the branches. She set herself on a high branch and waited for them to pass by. Hearing the quiet groans of hunger indicated they were close, so she peeked below, and watched as they stumbled along the forest grounds. She had a hard time holding her breath, since the climb had been slightly exertful.

As soon as they passed, she began to make her way down the tall tree. After checking her surroundings and deciding it was clear enough, she turned around and continued to make her way back home.

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Chrone finally made it back to her house and had typed in her pin code to her personal home security system. She had decided to make the passcode the name of her bestfriend, Cassie. She had gotten infected at the beginning of the horrible disaster people now called the world. She had made her name the password to ensure that she never forgot about her. Of course the thought of trying was unbearable and even committing the act itself was definitely impossible as well as a personal sin. She shook her head and pushed through the large doors.

She couldn't help herself when she started thinking about when her and Cassie had first met. When they were in sixth grade they had decided to become friends. That friendship had only grew and by the second semester they were inseperable. Cassie had always loved technology and had asked her brother, who had been in highschool at the time, to give her early lessons. By the time Cassie had hit 8th grade she was taking as many 10th grade tech classes she could get her hands on.

So the two decided to start building their own club house, using an abandoned, worn down shed. They fixed it up, and somehow we were able to dig far enough underground so they had our own hideout. Of course they didn't do it alone though. Chrone's dad had helped to make their dreams come true, and insulated everything so It was stable and could keep in the heat. Her brother helped with the electric and technological things that Cassie couldn't handle. That's where the two always hung out from seventh grade summer to Junior year. When the infection started.