7/6/2013
2 Weeks After Infection
Tyler lifted his hand for the deck of cards, forcing his opponents move. No-one knew it would come to this, fighting for food. But when the infection struck Los Angeles, not much else could be done than hide and survive. But in our times of need, angels cannot save us.
Thomas drew his cards, smirking, and shoved his cards down with courage.
"Four Kings!"
Tyler frowned in despair, as his stomach reminded him of what was at stake here.
With a sigh of sorrow, he moaned, "Three eights...."
With a chuckle of laughter, Thomas collected his winnings. A can of asparagus and a bucket of motor oil. As Tyler left, he was tapped on the back softly. As he turned around he heard a womanly voice call for his name.
What he saw next made his breathing slow and his vision widen. A beautiful woman with long brown hair, curling across her shoulders. She had deep blue eyes, grasping all the life and love the world live for in these devastating times.
" Hello, my names Madison, how so you do?"
Tyler, at that moment, was lost for words. His eyes were too fixed to hers.
"H-h-h-hiiiii." Madison gave a small smile, turning towards the door. As she left, she put a small piece of paper in his back pocket. She left the building, wind consuming the warth of the abandoned stadium office.
8/6/2013
Tylers' Trailer.
Tylers thoughts span as he read the card Madsion gave him. It read as follows;
Meet me at the corner of Third and Main at 6pm today. Dont be laaate :)
It would be a dangerous travel to get there, as he was on Seventh street. The demons outside dont have a feeling for sympathy, he though to himself. He decided he would meet her there, as soon as he got ready. He dressed in a white shirt and jeans, which he thought was good attire for this occasion. He even brushed his hair.
8/6/2013
5:57pm
Waiting wasnt one of Tylers specialties. The longest he had ever waited was 12 hours, for the first Star Wars movie. He wet himself 4 times waiting in line, and got a case of the sniffles.
He heard a beating sound over the road, as he saw the beauty of Madsion deminishing the evil of zombies. She then spotted Tyler, smiled, then signalled to the third building. It was a tall apartment building, with wear and tear along the first floor.
Tyler bolted across, duckjumping under a window onto the ground floor. There was a safe-door on the wall, which he followed Madison into.
There, inside, were another man and woman. They introduced themselves, one named Aleshea, the others name was Mark.
"Glad to have you here, Tyler!" said Madison cheerfully.
Tyler thanked her and they started to discuss how they escape to New York.
"I reckon we 'ave ta git some resources befor' we even thi'k about leavin'!" said Aleshea in a growly texan voice.
This got the newly-formed survivors to think of food. They had all mastered the art of controlling their stomachs, as well as their bowels. But this outburst from Aleshea only made them hunger more.
Madison continued to talk again, leaving in on the table, as if she was being secretive.
"I spotted a crashed Good-Will truck on Fourth street, it is covered in rubble, and it would be filled with cans and bags of food!" Madison let out a content cackle.
So their plan for tommorow would be complete. They steal from the ones in which they invested. But I guess it was their time-of-need.
9/6/2013
Good-Will in your time of need.
Tyler and Madison had been assigned to collect the supplies from Good-Will. He still had the gut feeling of a sinning on his behalf, but this didnt fill their stomachs. The bus was covered in debris and blood, but its structure was surprisingly intact.
Maddy started to whisper into Tyler's ear. " I will try to pry open the bus's doors, you keep a lookout for any flesheaters." And she fistbumped him. "Lets go!"
Tyler, shovel in hand, obeyed Madison's orders. At that moment, he started to think of where he would end up, if this catastrophe ended. He pictured himself in his childhood home, rebuilding with the neighbours. They would bring him lemonade, and he would give them brownies.
His thoughts were disturbed by an ear-piercing alarm. It reminded him of the bell at his old school, a crying call of the days end. It came from the bus, as Madison pryed open the bus. Tyler could hear the shrieks of zombies from inside and behind buildings.
"M-madison...they're coming!"
"Get in the bus. Now!"
