#// ayyyee i hope this is oki!

[paragonrising]

@deputygonebye gets a starter ❤︎

Bad luck, that’s what would be Carol’s undoing. Not a mistake on her part, not carelessness, nothing like that. No, instead it would simply be bad luck. The inconvenience of the entire shelf she hadn’t even touched collapsing that turned a quiet run for supplies into an absolute shitshow.

The dead she could out manoeuvre, and really that was her only option as she was severely lacking in ammunition. Honestly, they really hadn’t been a problem. Sure, she had to sneak by a few – maybe a dozen in total, but they hadn’t noticed her. That was a win.de

No, her bad luck had caused her to draw the attention of people. Ordinarily, living, breathing people. A group of about five men, who’d ran into her when they heard the god damn shelf fall. She’d almost gotten away, until some scrawny, blond teenager shouted that she was there.

“Well, you out here all by yourself?”

“You got a group?”

“You can come with us, Sweetheart.”

“No, I’m good.”

Their leader pointed a gun at her, “I insist.”

Five men, four bullets.

“Oh,” Carol scowled, “well if you insist—”

Quickly, she grabbed hold of the shelf and yanked it over, darting away as three of the five ended up assaulted by an avalanche of items. The deafening blare of a gunshot made her duck, crashing through the back-alley fire exit. She ran down the narrow corridor, distinctly aware of the footsteps closing in behind her.

She swung around, her own gun ending up pointed square at the teenager’s face. His eyes were bizarrely blue, so bright and vivid. For all the confidence he’d possessed inside, now he was a kid again. Terrified as he stared down the barrel.

“No, wait—”

She struck him as hard as she could on top of the head, then kicked him to the ground. Carol pivoted and ran away, down another alley, and around a corner.  She ended up in a small parking lot for used cars, and slid behind a sedan as she worked on catching her breath.

“Shit,” she hissed.

It was then she noticed him. Someone else ducked behind a car, two down from the one she’d chosen. She froze, staring at him in equal parts fear and confusion. He hadn’t been with the group, no. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t with them and had just gone off a different way. And even if he wasn’t – her experience with the living hadn’t been the greatest. She could trust the dead to always try and eat her, the living were different. Still very human. Still very unpredictable.

She clenched her jaw, bringing the weapon to bear.

She could hear the others, shouting to one another. Calling her a bitch, wondering where’d she went. They were getting closer.        

Today really wasn’t her day.