Plagued City

Chapter 4

My stomach growls as I sit up. Damn it. I gotta head to the food place and get something. Frizzy hair and all, I jump from my tree-perch, landing squarely on my ankle with a satisfying snap (crackle pop!). Suppressing a scream, I end up using the last of my first aid kit and make a splint. Poorly made, but hey, I'm 15, on my own, in the woods without any weapon of any kind. And it's the middle of the apocalypse. I think I've done well enough!
OH THANK GOD I'VE MADE IT TO THE FOOD SUPLY. Tripping over my feet, or would it only be one, I catch myself as two figures sprint by me, laughing. The taller one is faster and leaner. The second one, aim guessing a girl, sprints past me, screeching at the other one. I can't help but cover my mouth and giggle, I mean, what mind of hallucination was that? 'Just in case...I'll go the long way by the medicine area, where I can pick up some stuff for my ankle (and any other injuries that happen to me). Giving all caution to the wind, I yank a branch from a near by tree that's fairly heavy and slug it over my shoulder, but not before making a huge cracking sound. Am I honestly that loud! I have some sort of weapon now, if any. Haha! Take that world! This girl ain't gonna take any mo of you zombie shit, cause I gotta branch now bitches! And I'm gonna knock their heads strait off the horizon! Ha!
Finally, after walking to the back of town to where the store was, a large, bomb sounding noise rattled out of the store, and causing the equivalent of an avalanche to just barely miss my feet. God damn! I am just so lucky today! Huh. 'Hey, Ratchet! Why don't we go to where there was a giant fucking boom!? Yes, let's.' My legs drag me over to where the sound happened. I wonder if with my trusty branch in one hand and a large stone in the other I could make an even better weapon. That'd be AWESOME AS CAKE. Anyways, ON WITH MY ADVENTURE!!!

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THIRD PERSON
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Ratchet did make her way to the pile of rubble, humming a tune to herself. Of course, Ratchet being Ratchet, she did't bother to check for zombies and cameras, not that the thought didn't occur to her briefly. Finally reaching the area where the pharmacy should be, she watched the pile carefully, the idea of people in the pile, much likely nearly dead, but alive all the same. She pushed the idea farther, and farther, and farther as her mind wandered, collecting food, water, and other essentials-such as candy-to keep her alive.
"Food...food...where's the food?! Jeez." Ratchet huffed under her breath, ready to give in saying it was nearly dark. The pile of rubble had slipped the willowy figured girl's mind completely, at least until a male voice whispered "Aisle 8 if your looking for canned goods.". Out of instinct, she twisted around and kicked as hard as she could at the source of the sound. A loud groan emitted from the pile.
"Could you get me out? I think I'm almost dead. I'd rather die with another person instead of completely useless."
"You'll be useless to me I think."
"Maybe."
"Can you walk?"
"I donno. I can't feel my lower half. I was just beginning to feel them too, and than you my friend came along and kicked me in the balls."
"You have balls?"
"Never mind. It's a boy thing."
Ratchet laughs lightly and walks over to the deep voice. As she gets closer, she soon realizes that the boy, or man, was buried under a large mountain of rubble. She sighed and the boy smiled weakly, his eyes filled with sorrow. Very slowly, she began to pull the debris off him as the night cooled.