God Forgive Us

Run-2

Unknown's POV
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   People don't understand that in order to survive you have to do things. Things that you only see in horror films, until they become an ungodly reality.

Ericka's POV
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  First, we met Rainy and Ryan. Then, we decided to let the them come with us to Washington. Now, we're running for our lives. I'm not exactly positive on how many walkers there are that we're running from, but I can tell you it's more than twenty. Just seeing the look an Rainy's face, I could tell that see was terrified be the numbers of them. Obviously she hadn't been to Atlanta after everything happened. "Get inside the building, now!" Ana screams to us as she slashes a rotting face open. I go to shoot another one before I go to the once lived in home, only to discover that I'm fresh out of bullets. Damn. I push past several dead ones and make my way inside the room sealing the door behind me. "Ana, what the fuck our we supposed to do now." I say turning to the woman I have known for most of my life. "For starters you stop with the attitude and close the goddamn curtains, while the rest of us think of a plan to get us the hell outta here." I roll my eyes and pull the unfashionable blinds shut. I turn towards the center of the room where Ana, Rainy, and the hot one sit and wonder what 'genius' plan she's going to come up with that will end up leaving at least one of us dead. I pull my backpack off my shoulders and dig around inside of it hopping to find a spare package of ammo. Instead, I discover the loot of drugs my dad kept. Finally finding the last pack, I pull it out and plopped it into my gun. I look up and noticed that the Ryan guy was staring at me. I smiled to myself and saw that behind him there was a door that most likely lead to the back of the house. Jumping up I practically ran to the door and yanked in open. Ana glared at me as if she didn't approve of my carelessness but eventually stood up and exited the crapped little house. Rainy exits with a smug little look on her face as if she was proud that I found an exit. As Ryan begins to exit alongside his sister, he smiles at me before pulling out his gun out causing my face to go pale. He raised it up and pulled the trigger.
*Bang*
   I waited for a minute before opening my eyes expecting to be dead, instead, I saw a dead roamer on the ground beside me. Looking up to meet his gaze I saw that he had a grin spread wide upon his face. "You should be more careful Ericka." I playful punch him in the shoulder before pulling my backpack over my own and exiting the house. We were to run three blocks to the ruins of a small town in order to escape then hoard of roamer so that surrounded the extremely 'stylish' house. I'm not entirely sure on why we had to go so damn far in one afternoon but what I do know is that we are completely out of water. Somehow we managed have to savor our remainder of food in order to last us at least a couple days because it was fairly obvious that a huge storm would be passing over us and we would have zero time to go and collect more. With all the rain we could hopefully gather some water, I do not plan on going full survivalist mode and drinking my own pee, or any one else's for that matter.

~Three Days Later~Rainy's POV
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  It's rained for three fucking days straight, and I've just discovered my new found hate for the goddamn thing. And my name is Rainella. We've been shoved inside what I think was once a baby store together and I swear to fucking Christ that I will loose my shit if I see an undead baby. God I hate Ericka, she's always flirting with Ryan, and sure enough, he's flirting right back with her. Damn they're so annoying. Ana has been like a mother to me ever sense we met her and we've used the rain as a chance to get closer, and I can definitely tell that this pisses the living shit out of Ericka. At first I thought that maybe Ana was her mother but she clarified everything up for me once I asked her.
Apparently she was dating Ericka's uncle before everything and practically raised her because her father was too high to. This doesn't change anything between me and Ericka though, if anything, it just makes her seem like an ungrateful little brat, but you don't see me saying shit. Without warning, the door flies open revealing the true rage of the storm.