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Jasmin looked around with a guarded look. Eyes scanning the streets for meaties, strong hold on her gun.
If there one thing more dangerous than the dead it was the living, raiders around every corner.
Jasmin glared out in the distance as she heard the noise of a horse. Of course she was in the middle of the city there could be no horses, yet the noise continued.
With furrowed brows she peeked her head around the stone corner of the building she hid behind.
A man dressed like a sheriff was riding a horse.
"The hell?" She questions, preparing her gun as she started to make her way towards the man.
She opened her mouth to say something, probably a witty comment, but couldn't as a crowd of meaties appeared out of know where. She let out a sting of profanities and hid behind a trash can.
The sheriff soon got cornered as meatier came from all over. Jasmin squeezed her eyes shut for a minute, then she heard a neigh.
The horse was down, the man was probably soon to follow.
Jasmin let out a loud groan as she slowly set her bag down on the ground and pulled out a blade. She took a minute to think before banging her gun on the side the trash can.
A few meaties noticed her and started to make their way towards her.
Jasmin gripped her knife as she lodged it into the meatie's head. With a grunt she ripped it forcefully out and jammed it into the next meatie's head.
One by one she made it to the sheriff. The man turned to her surprised, shifting his eyes to the dead meaties behind her.
Jasmin let out a deep breath, "Go to the tank, now!"
The sheriff gave her a confused look and opened his mouth to say something but wasn't able to as a meatie grabbed at him. Jasmin, obviously faster than the older man, was quick to react and used her leg to kick the meatie back.
"Go, top or bottom." Jasmin rolled her eyes as the sheriff gave her an appalled look. "The tank, there are two entry points. Top or bottom, go."
The man set off, meaties following his every move. Jasmin stayed back and killed a few more meaties before making her way towards the tank, dodging meaties as she did. She hoisted herself on the tank, quickly scrambling to the hatch and twisting it as hard as she could.
"No, no, no. Fuck!" Jasmin tried harder nearly pissing herself as the hatch gave and started to turn.
Jasmin quickly slid into the tank, slamming the hatch shut and twisting the hatch as tight as she could.
Jasmin let out a deep breath as she slumped down next to the heavily breathing sheriff. She reaches over and jammed her knife into the dead soldier that was in there with them.
"Jasmin Reed, nice to meet you officer."
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Fanfic" im sorry, what did wings just call me? " --- Jasmin Reed never really liked people, but being an FBI agent she was always out. She would rather be sitting at home watching tv, to be honest she didn't even know when the apocalypse first started. ...
