Somehow Ivy ended up back at home like nothing ever happened. Of course, it would be like nothing ever happened if she didn't hear her parents downstairs, her mom probably sobbing into her dad. Ivy knew she had to get her stuff and get out of the house if she wanted to survive this apocalypse. She knew she could, a lot less faith was put into her parents' abilities.
Deep down, Ivy knew this day would come. That someone, somehow, would mess this up so badly that they'd get the end of the world. She just never thought it would be her making the choice.
Many people had questions in the past like why she never used her black backpack for anything, why she learned how to pick locks, some of the hobbies she had taken up. Those questions could be answered now if people were still around to ask them.
Ivy stared at the black backpack perched right inside the closet. It was tucked away in a little corner, barely visible between her laundry basket and more bags. She pulled it out and it was a bit heavy, not as heavy as her school bag on a normal day but not very light either.
She had maybe a few minutes to double check she had everything she needed. Dumping everything onto the floor, she looked over everything slowly placing each item back into the bad. She had a large water bottle, a loaf of bread, and around 50 dollars that should last for a bit. Then she had a hoodie and shorts and an extra pair of socks all wrapped up. You'll never know the weather and Ivy wasn't certain that her black leggings, teal tee shirt, and black hoodie would last her forever.
Next came the basic tools. A lock picking set that she got as a joke from a friend, a small cylinder that looked nothing more than just that, fingerless gloves, an actual pair of gloves, and a quiver that attached to the side of the bag. Ivy almost left out the quiver but realized if she managed to get her hands on a bow, she was going to need arrows and she currently had nowhere to put said arrows. Last thing she stored was a few maps of the city, a couple of flashlights, her decently advanced night vision goggles, and some loose hand warmers.
She was about to grab everything to leave but noticed her parents had stopped making noise. It wasn't very late as the sun was still in the sky but considering the circumstances, they may have went to bed early. Ivy realized there was somethings that she could grab fairly quickly. Taking the black bag on her back, Ivy slowly crept out of her room and peered around. She couldn't see much from the top floor but also couldn't hear anyone.
In socks and carrying her combat boots, Ivy quietly made her way down the first pair of steps. Keeping low with her head up, she went slowly putting the ball of her foot down first and rolling down like when she would walk in ballet.
The floor let out a small protest when she finally made it there and with the advantage of her socks, Ivy continued to quietly maneuver to the basement. In the very back of the half unfinished basement sat workout equipment and a hook on the wall. The hook that was specifically holding the sleek black and grey bow she used outside during the summer. It slung nicely over her shoulder and the arrows sat snugly in the quiver.
Ivy was quite a bit more confident in her ability to survive now that she was sure she had everything. Looking around one last time, she went over the plan in her head. Not spotting anything useful, she quietly made her way back upstairs to her room. Lacing up her boots, she realized that moving around on rooftops would be a bit challenging. She had only done it a few times in these boots and they were made more for agility than other boots but it wouldn't be the same. Unfortunately, her bag had no room for any other shoes.
Looking out the window, Ivy spotted her first destination in the distance. Milo lived only a few blocks away from Ivy and had his own plans for getting to their rendezvous. Fortunately when the two became friends on one strange Halloween, they matched up pretty well. Logically, you shouldn't travel around in big groups during the apocalypse but it's also dumb to travel alone. A group of two however? Really smart.
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A/N- these last two have been pretty short so I'm trying to make one of the next one's longer. :)
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FantasyDROPPED When faced with ridiculous questions, ridiculous answers are bound to come. But what happens when life is a bit too literal? (The cover is probably temporary until I find something better. Not sure though.)
