My Sunshine(discontinued)

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I entered the destroyed hospital and walked carefully through the demolished halls. Hospitals kept plenty of food and medicine, right?

I went over what my assignment was. Get food, water, and medicine in this small town then come back. I have four days to get into town, grab what I need, and get back to camp in one peice.

I heard a thump coming from the room beside me. I jumped and gripped my knife tighter. My overgrown black mullet tickled my cheek and I rubbed it with my shoulder. I stared at the room the thump came from. Room 450. There was a gurney in front of it.

I shook it off and kept walking. I carefully walked around a piece of the ceiling, my grey sneakers getting covered in white dust. I jumped, startled when a door opened behind me. I hid in the doorway to a janitors closet as a man walked out of room 450, running into the gurney. He was pale and skinny with brown hair and Georgia blue eyes. He was wearing boxers and a hospital gown, a ratty bandage covering his left abdomen. He looked so confused. I actually felt bad. He pushed the gurney out of his way and started walking down the hall away from me. Glancing around himself at the trashed hospital, he was just so lost.

I silently followed him. He picked up a phone at a desk and tried to dial. Obviously, it didn't work. He searched the desk and found a box of matches, lighting one and using it to look around the desk one last time before it went out. I noticed the flickering lights and he looked through the glass windows in a door that led to another hallway. After tilting his head, his eyes widened and he stumbled back. I hid behind the desk and he walked right past me, down a different hall. I got up and looked in the hall to see what had frightened the stranger so much, to found a dead woman, her guts spilling out. I wrinkled my nose in disgust and followed him. He was standing in front of a door. He started shaking and I sped up, just as he went through another door. I watched as he frantically pressed the button to the elevators and ran through the door to the stairs. I stood there and stared at the door for about half a minute before turning around. 

I stood in front of the doors to the cafeteria and clenched my jaw. Damn it. They just had to put the dead where all the food was. I can't take care of a group of walkers by myself. Not with just a knife.

I sighed and went through the door to the stairs. I went down the stairs and left the hospital, heading back to the house I had been staying at with Morgan and his son Duane. I should be leaving them soon to return to my group. Shiro is probably worried out of his mind. Lance is definitely thinking of the worst possible scenario. Thinking I died a slow and painful death, or fell off a building. That's just the kind of thing my idiotic boyfriend would think of. Hunk and Pidge are probably anxiously waiting for me to get back, a duffel full of supplies with me. I sighed. Too bad I won't be doing that. Everyplace here that I can access without causing a huge racket has already been ransacked. I was only able to find a dozen cans of food, some baby wipes (Coran says they're better than toilet paper), and tampons for Allura and Pidge.  

I jogged down the road to Morgan's place and slowed down, noticing something off. The red bike that was down the street from the hospital was now in front of a large, plain house. It was your typical american family house. Something a nice family would have. A tire swing hanging from the tree in the backyard. A nice front porch. Plants on either side of the stairs. I clenched my jaw. Everything I've never had. I walked up the stairs and took out my knife, holding it in front of me defensively. I went up to the door. It was wide open. Carefully, I went inside the house. There was an opening to my right that led to a living room, and as I got to it I saw him. The same man from the hospital. Having a mental breakdown in the living room of an empty house.

I sighed and put the knife back into it's sheath, which was in my pocket. He looked up with tear stained cheeks and stared at me.

"Who are you?" He asked me, his voice shaky and rough from crying. I crouched in front of him and offered my hand, though I wasn't comfortable touching this stranger.

"Keith Kogane." He sat up and took my hand, shaking it.

"Rick Grimes."