Hoard of Hell

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One thing people never thought would happen, has happened. The story of nightmares that people only thought was that. A nightmare played from the mind. An outbreak of a virus around the world. A virus that turns people into soulless, flesh eating monsters. If you get bit, or scratched you turn into one of them. The only way to kill them is to pierce through the brain. Anywhere else, they will still keep coming. No cure. No phones. No internet. 

So long normal world. Welcome the apocalypse. 

Lily Wolfe has been alone since the beginning. Never did she think that she would be stuck in this apocalypse ridden world. Three months ago, her and her men were in Iraq trying to fight the war for the USA. If you were to tell her that she would no longer be in Iraq, be back in her home town after being ambushed and the only survivor, as far as she was concerned, of her four man team, she would have laughed and said you were crazy. But, that's what happened. The once sweet, lovable, caring woman was gone. Dead to the world once she had to see her family, her brother's, die in front of her in a horrific way. But, if anyone can beat this world, it would be her. She knew how to track, fight in hand to hand combat, black belt in martial arts, able to to turn anything into a weapon and fight with said weapon, walk through the night as if it were light, be able to walk among the ground silent and fast. Everything she learned in the marines, to survive the harsh environments her and her men were sent to. No matter the situation, to be able to come above it and be the victor. 

Her real family, she had no idea where they were and if they were okay. Yet, she could care less in a way. They weren't really 'family' to her. Just people who had her last name. She joined the marines to get away from them and it has been the best five years of her life. The three men that were her partners, were her family. Her brothers. That was all she needed. Sadly, the were taken away from her suddenly and tragically. She could have done nothing to prevent it. No matter how hard she tried to save them. Being injured herself, she was sent back home with a purple heart and a silver star and with honorable discharge. She didn't go back to her 'family'. She tried to make it with her benefits but she was only able to pay for a hotel room since she came back. Depression, PTSD, and anxiety becoming her best friends, along with the bottle. 

Then, all hell broke loose in the world. 

The years of training came back and she was sent back into 'Wolf Mode', as her men called it. Almost like spidey senses. Able to detect something wrong in an instant, a tick she gets in her neck is all she needs to feel to become guarded and ready for a fight. She stays away from other survivors like the plague. She doesn't want to feel the pain of loss again. All you will hear from her if you see her, is a growl and possibly the baring her of long, sharp canines. A couple of reasons why people called her wolf. Other then her name. Her men would say, "She's more animal then human.". Which, after what happened, i guess you could say that she really say was more animal that human with how she acted to other people. 

Here she was, out in the forest, her gear that consisted of a Beretta M9 pistol mounted on her left hip, M1014 shotgun hanging by her side, M38 marksmen rifle on her back, Ka-Bar knife on her right hip along with the Glauca B1 knife hidden in her sports bra. Weapons that she had collected over time, weapons that she would practice with while she was on leave. Weapons that she was very thankful about having at this moment. She took a look around her and welcomed the silence. No moaning, no leaves crunching from the dead. Although, she needed to find dinner. Her stomach was making itself known. Looking around, her self becoming one with the environment because of the camouflage jacket and pants she was wearing. For her, the marine training, was very hard to let go after being burned into your brain for five years. Everything she did had a reason. Every move she made was made for a reason. That was how she was trained. 

A sudden twig breaking sounded like a tree had fallen, breaking the silence. Turning her head to where the sound had come from, she noticed a squirrel scampering across the forest floor. Taking her knife from her hip, Lily pulled her arm behind her head, let a breath escape her, and let the knife fly. The squirrel let out a small squeak and  fell down to the forest floor, and Lily had her dinner. Picking up the squirrel, she took her knife from the rib cage and continued to skin the small animal. Getting out her flint, gathering some dry leaves and wood, she started to get a fire going so she can cook her meal. She never thought everything about survival she learned from the marines, would have been used outside her work. Cooking up the squirrel, she was happy that had something in her stomach. The sun was going down, making a pink, orange and yellow canvas in the sky. One of the beautiful things that the apocalypse hasn't destroyed. 

Her chocolate brown hair blew in the wind. Her once bright green eyes, were dull and hardened. Looking over surroundings to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. Deciding that she was safe. She decided to start making up camp. A one person tent hooked up to her backpack, along with fishing line and bells were the first to get put out and set up. The fishing line were wrapped around trees that were around her campsite. The bells, hooked up to the fishing line for anything or anyone to trip if they tried to get into her camp. The tent was close to the fire and her backpack with extra set of clothes, a couple granola bars, and her canteen were in her tent. Her weapons by her sleeping bag. One of her knives under jacket that she used as a pillow. 

Sleeping with one eye open. Something she was used to.