@Voice When Blake told her friend Tori she often thought how cool it'd be to experience and survive a post-apocalypse, she should have air quoted the statement. Thought. Not actually do. Looking back on then and comparing it to now? She wanted to think that her curiosity had no impact on the present. Instead of imagining herself in a zombie apocalypse, she was truly in it. A year and a half had passed since the outbreak began. How she'd survived thus far? Blake hadn't the slightest clue. Sitting in an abandoned house, night had fallen hours ago. Scanning the surrounding streets, the suburb was devoid of life. Only the infected milled about. She didn't count them in the life group. Even after seeing the sorry things day in day out, Blake never got used to the fungus that grew out of the former people. She prayed they wouldn't hear or see her. She'd gotten good at barricading, but she wasn't so sure it'd hold against a horde. Actually, She was fairly certain it wouldn't hold. She didn't fancy getting close and personal with the things either. She was low on arrows too. She'd have to make more. With only the moonlight to keep away the dark, Blake took out a copy of ‘The Andromeda Strain’ she found at a library and opened it. Even when the whole entire world had gone to shit, she still found time for her own pleasures. It kept her sane. There were many times she wanted to end it all. If not for her desire for normalcy, she probably would have. Looking about the second floor bedroom she was in, she couldn't take all the credit for the comfort she experienced now or the total construction of the barricades. She found the place like this when finding shelter for the night. There were supplies present too. Most likely belonged to another survivor. Perhaps survivors. The place was big. Blake hoped they didn't mind forced hospitality. A part of her hoped they were okay too, yet another part they wouldn't come back. Humans were just as dangerous as the infected. In more ways than simply killing and infecting. She'd experienced the deterioration of humanity first hand. Tugging at her brown leather jacket, Blake felt the reassuring feel of her climbers axe as she sat facing the door. She took out a half eaten protein bar from her black cargo pants. She figured she earned the other half. Continuing her book, Blake shifted her eyes to the door and out the window. Even at night she wasn't safe. Awareness and reaction was the name of the game. Those that had it survived. Those who didn't? They joined the infected or the dead.