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broken
out of the little shops, and the vehicles parked on the curb having their doors
hanging open. Grass and weeds grew through the cracks in the sidewalks and
streets, and the stench of desolation filled the air.
    She
moved away from the woods and into the street. The knife she held was more of a
shiv she had created herself after nearly being raped by a group of men. The
only thing that had saved her that day was the horde of walking corpses that
had come out of nowhere. The men had diverted their attention from her to the
infected, and she had made herself scarce. Rebecca had run so hard and fast
that when she had reached the warehouse and climbed her loft she hadn’t come
down for days. Not even the sound of zombies outside the warehouse had taken
her mind off the fact she had nearly been the disgusting plaything for a group
of vile fucking men.
    But
then she had gotten out of her blankets she barricaded herself in, and found a
long piece of metal on the warehouse floor. In fact she had gotten several
pieces of metal, and shaped them into long, nasty looking shanks. The smallest
of the four she kept tucked in her sock by her ankle, the second she kept in
her bag, the third at the small of her back, and the fourth she held at all
times. She was ready to slice an asshole up if they looked at her the wrong
way. Rebecca wasn’t going to be a victim anymore, or at least she wasn’t about
to lie down and let this world swallow her up. She’d fight back until there was
nothing left of her.
    Rebecca
stayed close to the buildings as she moved silently and slowly. She kept her
focus on anything and everything, and when she stopped by a truck that was half
on the curb, she stared inside. There was a horribly decomposed body sitting in
the driver’s seat. He, or she, because she couldn’t tell what gender the corpse
was, was not one of the living dead. The clothing was just a t-shirt and pair of jeans, and the shoes a pair of sneakers. This person
had been someone ordinary, who did average things, and was just now a rotting
pile of bones and flesh. It had its arm on the steering wheel, and its forehead
resting back against the seat. Its mouth was opened, its tongue hanging out,
and there was a bullet hole in the side of its head. She had long since gotten
rid of her need to gag at the vile aromas and sights that now covered the
earth.
    Moving
forward, she focused on the street, on the buildings on either side of her, and
felt her pulse beat wildly in her ears. She moved her gaze back and forth along
the deserted, eerily silent town. The wind picked up and had a few shutters on
the mom-and-pop stores banging against the cement walls. She stopped, focused on each noise, and then moved forward when no corpses made themselves
knows because of the noise. She moved past a hardware store, a creamery, and
even a small clinic. Even though the town was now dead, it wasn’t that hard to
see how it might have been before the contamination hit the world.
    A
small pharmacy was on the corner of the street, and she crossed the cobblestone
road, and pressed her back to the wall as soon as she made it across. Keeping
the knife held to eyelevel, she tapped it on the glass of the building, and
waited to see if anything came shuffling out. She repeated the action after a
few moments of silence. She waited again, and then slipped inside. The pharmacy
was small on the inside, with a few rows of shelving in front of her, the
actual pharmacy counter in the rear of the store, and a cashier’s counter
beside her. The large sign hanging in the center of the store had a mortar and
pestle with a recipere in bright red coloring. The
text beneath it read: “A community helping each other become one”.
    Rebecca
focused on the trashed shelving, boxes scattered along the ground, and even
money lying on the counter with an inch of dust on it. The interior was dark
where the light didn’t penetrate it through the windows, and the stillness was
so damn spooky