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Kept running for your own safety. And you made it far from your home when your mobile phone rang two times as the screen pops up into a call from your (mom/dad).

"Hello"

"(Y/n) ! Are you alright?! Im so worried ! We were trying our best to force some of the soldiers for your rescue but DAMN they cant even move a muscle! They kept telling us 'We have a lot of survivors to save' .. All we can do is to pray for your safety and for you to find some help. Hey y/n dear whats with all the heavy breathing? Are you actually running?! We love you y/n and we want you to be safe. If you're running then it will bring our nervous system go nuts. Running out there is like running into your own tragedy." Their words are nervously pronounced as if they can faint any moment now.

"Yes (mom/dad) Im.. searching for rescuers location . Im glad that you are all safe. That gives me the strength. IM SURE I WILL SURVIVE! Don't worry about me! (huffing) I am an expert! Also a bad grass! (huffing) As they say, bad grass takes more time living in this world (huffing) than those nice ones.. Guys i'll be hanging up. See you later and dont worry about me! Im already near ! I can already see the cops"The call stops and the conversation ended with a lie. It still kilometres far. Or maybe not just kilometres.

'I cant even see anything from here. Im already one and a half kilometres away but there are no signs of gun shots or cops. Maybe it's not here. Maybe it's another station identical to this one.'

Y/n ran and walked for hours then y/n stopped running when a car caught her eye. No one is inside but  it's still in good condition. You tiptoed closer . Carefuly moving since a lot of parasites are wondering around and you dont want any of them to notice you. One zombie is walking slowly around the car so you took your knife . Stepping silently behind it as you stab its head. A silent but fast kill.

You opened the door checking to see the meters. Sadly it already ran out of gas. The car is empty except for a large clean t-shirt on its driver seat.

Your eyes roams around the place again  as it lands on a mini market a long walk distance from the car you're in.

'This will take time'

Y/n returned to the zombie she killed not so long ago. With the clean t-shirt in her hands she filled the whole shirt with the zombies blood and wears it before she started walking carefully pass through a bunch of zombies . Good thing y/n knows acting either so she is acting like a brain dead zombie to cover her humanity.

Only the sounds of brain dead zombies fills the whole street. The sound grew louder, nearer then further. They kept coming close before turning their feet away from you. The Bloods scent's doing its job pretty well. You were carefully preventing to bump into one of the deads, dodging them until you arrive silently in front of the Mini marts door. The problem is the bell on top of the door. It may caught the Infecteds attention. You search for another entrance and found a back door

'I just hope it aint lock' You said in your mind.

With closed eyes you turn the knob nervously . Luckily god gave you your wish.

You went inside and closed the door behind you carefully.

'fuel. I need fuel'

Y/n POV

"Dont move." I heard a voice behind me and a sound of a gun reloading. Better to be cautious than defensive at this time so I lift both of my arms to inform the human behind me I'm surrendering.

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