Another Day

[Ricia]

(1x1 Role Play with Cecɪʟʏ♔ and myself.)


"Its another day in New York City.


It was the middle of summer and the heat was ridiculous. They say what makes New York so hot was because of how close the builds were together, the sheer population of the huge city and the amount of pollution the cars put out daily.


The only thing the hordes of walking dead bodies provided was a bad smell along with the heat.


Thats right, walking dead bodies.


It was just like that said. All those T.V. shows about the Zombie Apocalypse. Everyone thought it wasn't possible because it was just a bunch of made up propaganda. 'It was impossible.' They said, 'Nothing could spread or be incurable.' They were wrong. It spread like wildfire, taking the whole world by surprise. It was almost an unstoppable siege.


The cause of it is unknown... it could have been chemical, sickness, a virus, maybe even God's wrath on the earth, all we know... is it is was the end of the world.


It only takes one bite to become them. It only takes a few hours after that to show your first signs of changing. First you have a fever and your wounds start to fester. You start to hallucinate, say things. Then you die. It won't be long after that. Sometimes it takes a few hours, sometimes days. But rest assured, when you open your eyes, you aren't you anymore, just some flesh eating b@stard.


Sometimes you question why you are even still fighting and surviving. Then you remind yourself, you are just not ready to die yet.


So with only that thought to comfort me, I go out on another lonely adventure in the broken building of New York City."


Snap


Mia closed the small journal with a slap of the papers coming together. What a pointless ritual that she forced herself to keep. She just hoped it kept her from going mental. Its been about three years since the outbreak... and one and a half since she had been alone. She had almost forgotten what it was like to be with other people.


Mia felt the bed under her creaked as she lifted herself off it. Any annoying sound that kept her slightly paranoid. Setting her 'I'm not crazy' book down on her bed stand, she quickly crept across her floor into the other parts of her apartment.


Nothing was in order around the small apartment. She didn't have much left. She had a feeling she needed to move somewhere else soon. Somewhere safer. She tried not to stay in one place for too long. She had just entered the city a week ago and have been living off of what she could find. The city had a lot of resources, the only problem was getting past the hordes that guarded it.


Enough of this daydreaming, its time to get to work. She told herself, the mental scold forced her to move about the messy apparent. Picking up a finger guard, she slipped it on her right hand before picking up a quiver of arrows and slinging it on her back. Taking two wide strides, Mia turned from the messy living room and into a bathroom, where she quickly attended her hair. She ran a brush through the long brown hair and threw it into a messy ponytail.


Brown eye's meet hers. Those brown eyes were her. They looked determined, cold, ready.... scared. They were always scared. Fear was all too common.


Breaking eye contact with herself, Mia wasted little time opening up her balcony window and leaning over the railing. Nothing was hovering around the outside door the the apartment complex she was in. She made a quick assumption that it was safe to go looking for supplies.


Quietly going back inside, Mia picked up a mental bow. Stepping on the bend lightly, she strung the bow before gripping it with her left hand. She quickly checked the sturdiness, running her gaze up and down the weapon. This was what she was good at, shooting arrows.


Opening up the apartment doors, Mia took one brave foot outside, arrow notched and her step light.


Man... it was hot today.

 

[Cecɪʟʏ]

Celeste Carstairs


August 12th


12:33 p.m.

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God, it was hot today.


Gliding the back of her hand against her forehead to wipe away beads of perspiration, she gathered her ]thick, dark locks into a high ponytail at the back of her head — anything to keep her tresses from sticking to her neck from this insufferable heat. It was a makeshift hairtie (AKA a broken rubberband that she had tied back together) but it was better than nothing. She knelt down on the ground using the body of an old Audi for cover and began reloading a gun that she had pulled from the holster of her belt; she was able to take the bullets from her tattered backpack without looking and slide the ammunition into the cylinder while her eyes remained on the lookout for bandits and the undead. The last thing she needed was to be attacked whilst readying a weapon.


She has been living on the streets for two and a half years and counting; after her older brother got bitten by one of those flesh-eating monsters, he had told her to get out of their safehouse and run. She had refused at first, told him that there was no way in the hell that they were living in that she would ever leave him behind. When she saw his health degrade at an alarming rate, he had finally been able to convince her to go find another protected place to live — one of the main reasons she had agreed to leave was because she wouldn't have been able to bare to see him turn. Now she's seventeen and on her own in this miserable world. She would never say it aloud, but there are some times that she wishes that she had died alongside her brother.


Slipping her overworked backpack back onto her shoulders, she returned the armament to its rightful place next to a feculent baseball bat she had found on along the way. She spared a brief moment to look down at the wooden charm bracelet she wore on her right wrist before curling her fingers into tight fists. Her body then tensed up and froze like a shard of ice as she heard the sounds of loud, man-eating groans. "Alright Celeste," she whispered under her breath, "steady aim. Just like always." Remaining crouched yet peeking over the hood of the car, she surveyed the area to see how many she was dealing with; she saw a trio of the walking deceased and let out a silent breath of relief. "Oh thank God. There's barely any of them." She then set her position, took out and anchored her rifle, looked through the scope, and fired three shots, each one sending a zombie to its second death.


When she was absolutely sure that they weren't going to get up, she held a right grip on her weapon as she stayed low, her back slightly hunched as she ran inside the nearest building; she was surprised to see in what good condition it was. It wasn't it tip-top-shape, but it was better than the other burned, crumbled, and destroyed places she had previously hid out in. Sneaking in through the front door was easy considering that it made no sound when she opened it; she skulked inside while remaining completely silent all the way; stealth was something she was good at. Real good at. That, and firing assault weapons.


Her mouth ran completely dry as she heard the sounds of footsteps — living footsteps. concealing herself behind a large, empty bookcase, she held her breath as she waited for the person to pass; she was utterly relieved when they left the building. Had she stole into the door seconds after she did, whoever that was would have seen her. She allowed herself to peek out once she was positive she was safe, and her grey eyes widened when they caught sight of a ponytail. Was.. was that a girl? she mouthed noiselessly to herself, her lips barely forming the words. She hadn't seen another person that wasn't a bandit for such a long time. Well, that's what it seemed like, anyway. As a plus, she had also looked about her own age.


She bravely decided that she was going to confront this girl, despite the fact that she had seen her quiver and bow a minute prior. If she got behind her in a certain way, she could make sure she didnt have an arrow through her skull before she had the chance to speak.


So that's exactly what she did. Slowly and steadily she crept out from her hiding spot and made her way toward the door. She saw the same girl standing inches infront of it, her body language suggesting that she wasn't too fond of the hot temperature. Deciding on a dime how she was going to come about this, she moved; jumping forward, her left hand came around and covered the girl's mouth while her right arm pinned her arms to her torso. Pulling her back inside, she kept her hands and arms where they were and with all the honesty in the world, said, "Please don't scream or try to reach for your bow. I just want to talk. I promise on everything I have that I am not going to hurt you."

 

[Ricia]

Mia wasn't expecting to be grabbed today.


Immediately fear bloomed in her chest and she started to struggle, but a voice soon graced her ears. She stopped her struggles to listen. She just sounded like a little girl.


Mia tired to speak, a muffled speech did partially come out. She felt the reverberation of her attempted talking vibrate the girls hand over her mouth. She won't attack her, as long as the little brat didn't do the same. She could have just called out to her! She dident appriciate getting the mess scared out of her, and right when she had gotten out of her apartment building. Where did she even come from though? She didn't see her when she looked out her window. Maybe the back way? Who knows.


Mia dropped her bow to the ground, hoping that the gesture of her being unarmed would make the girl let her go. She didn't plan on screaming, screaming would just attract them. The last thing she wanted to do was have a whole bunch of walkers outside her door trapping her in her apartment complex for weeks before they get bored and move on.


The light clink of her metal bow onto the tile floor made Mia feel way too defenceless right now. Her unease showed between a few panted breaths before she noticed her heart rate had spike up considerably because of the scare.


(Yeah so... a bit of writers block... next post will be much better..)