It was midday, the sun was directly over our heads. The wind was light and the air was crisp . It could almost be considered a beautiful, a perfect March day. That is, if the earth wasn't currently under attack of the undead. Allison trudged through the forest, clutching the strap of her bag tightly, the golf club falling behind, leaving a dirt trail behind. You usually wouldn't think sleep would be a problem in any situation but when you're sitting alone in a dark forest during the zombie apocalypse where you are most vulnerable and having nowhere else to go you're generally terrified for your life, and don't get any sleep. She was struggling to stay awake. She knew if she closed her eyes she'd be more vulnerable to anything. An infected, a creature indigenous to the wilds, even another person who happens to stumble across her. She might go to sleep and not wake up. Another thing that terrified her. Her rations were fairly good and would last quite a bit longer. Luckily, she had stumbled across a few abandoned camps with left over supplies. But now she was lost and undoubtedly regretted taking a step into the stupid forest. "Goodness...Do the trees ever end?" She mumbled to herself with a sigh. "qualcuno mi aiuti..[someone help me...]" She stopped and plopped down onto the ground, at the base of a tree, and leaned down on the trunk. She'd been up and about, walking non-stop since the crack of dawn. Her lets hurt and her feet were aching, she felt it was time to stop for a little. She sets down her weapon and takes off her bag, setting it on her lap. As she sat there her eyes constantly threatened to flutter shut. "Don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep...I won't fall asleep." She constantly fought to keep her eyes open but soon couldn't resist the tempting comfort of sleep. And soon she drifted, the last thought in her mind before she blacked out was how much she wished she could see a friendly face again.