(YN) = Your Name
(LN) = Last Name
(GT) = Gun Type
(EC) = Eye Color
(HC) = Hair Color
(HL) = Hair Length
(SC) = Skin Color
(N) = Nickname
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Nick POV
It's been a couple days since we ran into that girl. Shelby, Ghetto, and I decided it would be right if we dug a Grace for her. We placed a couple flowers down and remade our promise to her grave.
Ghetto finally took our suggestion and we started to make our way back to the CDC. We hadn't said anything to each other since the girls grave. We didn't even get her name. We know nothing other than she was looking for her sister.
I feel bad we didn't at least ask her name. We could have done that, if we did find her sister then we would know that it was actually her. I guess it's too late for that now.
We should have at least told her that the CDC was working a cure. She might not have had a lot of time to live, but professor X could have came up with something to prevent her from turning.
The world has changed into something unbelievable. Before it almost seemed like dying was something that happens from an accident or by nature. Now it's survival of the fittest and we are losing.
It's been almost half a day, it will take us the remainder of it to actually get to the CDC. North of the place, a couple miles where we buried the girl, we stopped to take a break.
There was a lake near us where we could cool off from the harsh summer heat. We decided to take a little break from all the walking and the emotional exhaustion we endured.
I was starting to get hungry, we were out of food. There were a couple of apple tree's that were on the trail. I tracked back and finally came across the mass majority of red apple tree's. It was surprising that the apples were still good considering no one was attending to them.
As I was about to reach up and grab a couple apples, the bush behind me rustled. I stop for a moment to see if the noise would continue, it didn't. I quickly grab a bag full apples, then made a noise making it seem I was walking away. I circled around and hide behind a tree that was right next to the noisy bush. A couple seconds after a long silence, the bushes moves again, and someone steps out of the bush. They were wearing a black sweatshirt with the hooded entirely covering their head and faced. They don't seem to be paying attention to their surroundings, which was good on my part. I quietly take small, easy steps to the person, and aim my pistol for the center of their back. "If you really wanted to sneak up on me, you should do a quieter job" I inform them, pressing the gun into their back. The person visibly tenses up, however remains quiet, it wasn't looking like they weren't going to so far. I grab their arm, turn them around, and throw the hood off their head. Underneath the dark colored head clothe was visible (HL) (HC) and (EC) eyes staring at mine. It was a girl. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I was just hungry and saw you coming here. So I followed you but didn't want to just come out out of the blue like this. Please don't hurt me" she rambles. "No, it's my fault. I shouldn't have jumped out and hold you at gun point. Here, you shouldn't go hungry" I apologize and hand her an apple. She nods and smiles with gratitude, as she takes a bite out of the apple. The apples is about half way gone by the a couple minutes after I gave it to her. I offer her another one, but she denies having a second helping. "The one is good thank you. Thanks again". Now that I take a better look at the girl, she has blood staining the left sleeve of her sweatshirt. No not again. "Are you bitten" I hesitate on my words. "No, I'm not. I promise I'm not. It was a dog. It just came out no where and bite my arm" she rambles again.
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