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Prompt by Max Kirin.

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Anna walks slowly into the town taking a deep breath taking in the familiarity. It was her hometown and everything was just the same as she remembered. She takes a long breath in as she walks down the middle of the street road. A fog had laid itself over the area, anything could be lurking out there waiting to attack. She began to jog quickly as memories began to flood.

"Just get through the town. Get on my way." Anna murmurs to herself taking a few steps forward.

(ANNA.)

"What? Who's there?" Anna shouts out to the empty and deserted town.

(ANNA COME HOME.)

Anna take a gulp and takes off in a sprint. She can't go home. Not after the way she left years ago. Even years before the world fell apart. Years before people started to come back and eat people. She's sprinting now past the playground she spent her younger years on, then past her high school, and then the local grocer. Not one member of the dead in sight. Not another person either.

She reaches the end of town breathing heavily. She'd frightened by the memories that plague her from this town. How she up and left her family. How she was to prideful to return or even attempt to contact her father when her sister found her. To tell her that their mother had died. Anna remembers holding her younger brother Tommy in her arms. He was born when she was thirteen. He was only five when she took off leaving the kitchen and living room a mess. She doubt he could even remember her now if he was still alive.

Anna stood on the edge of town for what seemed like hours. She did not even notice when she started to cry. She just thought how she had to go back. She had to go look at her house.

It didn't take long for Anna to reach her street and the fog was starting to lift. She had needed to kill several members of the undead on her way to her house but she was accustomed to that by now. It was weird however axing the family butcher in the head. There is a sort of irony in that.

The street was littered with members of the undead, garbage, bikes, and vehicles of all sorts. There was a burnt wreckage in the middle of the street. She began to jog up the street. She would just have a look at her house. That would be all.

(COME ON HOME ANNA DON'T YOU MISS YOUR MOTHER.)

Anna's house stood still. It's white had been dirtied ocer the years but that was to be expected. The house was in better condition that she had expected overall. It wasn't as beat up as the others. This however was also making her nervous. She walked up the pathway to her house, not cutting across the lawn. A habit still broken in from years of her mother yelling at her. She reached the front of the house and stared at the front door. What would she find before it. Why hadn't it been ram shackled like the other houses?

Anna grabs the handle and turns it. The door swings open with ease.