Decimation | Aarmau AU

𝖥𝖨𝖵𝖤

The undead are incapable
of fatigue and will persist
at any cost.

With or without a group of people, days tend to blend together. Walking, scavenging, hiding, sleeping, and eating. Life is ridiculously simple, in that it's not at all.

The only thing you can for-sure predict is that everything can be and most likely will be unpredictable.

It was especially difficult to predict our surroundings today when a fog rolled in around us. It wasn't so thick that we couldn't see anything, but it wasn't thin either; our sight stretched for only ten feet ahead of us.

"I spy with my little eye," I began, skipping down the road with my weapons holstered. I squinted in concentration, attempting to search through the mist. "Something. . . blue!"

Nana jumped at the game and came running to catch up to me. "Is it that car?" She gestures to the traffic opposite us but I shake my head.

Her lips purse and she searches around us for something else blue.

I look around while she does, examining our surroundings deep in the trees. There was another city along the road according to all of the directional signs, and I stayed out of the previous conversation as we figured out which direction to go in. They all decided on a small urban city that had been cleared by the government a few years prior.

We would still run into walkers there — it's basically inevitable no matter where you go, save for the Clean Cities — but there would be many, many less than there had been all those years back.

"Is it the sky!" Nana shouted, pointing upward with a big smile. I smiled wide and laughed when she cheered in triumph.

Zane mumbles something to her about being quiet so we wouldn't attract a horde, subtly touching her wrist in comfort.

I barely registered the rest of their conversation, but I also barely registered stopping in my tracks as I heard something to our right side.

Turning slowly, I peeked over the barrier and stepped quietly on the gravelly debris of the median to hear better.

The cars were all ransacked and ruined from years of runaway survivors like our group, and the pavement was cracked with large weeds growing through. The noise, however, wasn't a plant or a car or even a critter.

I knew it well.

A walker was pressed to the ground under a car, his body nearly ripped in half with the weight of the rusted metal.

He reached for me as everyone came to look as well, and soon he reached for the rest of us, making the injury worse and further endangering us the longer we watched.

"Come on guys, we need to keep moving," Aaron spoke up, practically reading my mind as he began walking again.

"How much further is the city?" I whispered to him, walking faster so we were a few feet in front of the others.

"Six miles, maybe less. Why?"

"Call it curiosity. I don't have a good feeling about this," I responded as I glanced back to the walker who was still reaching for us, though not as obsessively as our scent faded.