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To those on the motorcycles heading towards the station, a horrid sight was beginning to loom on the horizon from Salt Lake City. Stemming from the mountains, they stood, their bodies descending downwards, some of them falling to their deaths, yet moving with a shocking swiftness and speed. Due to the rugged terrain of the desert, these wandering Infected, far away from their pack, would take awhile to arrive at the gas station.
Still, they are coming, the Infected are coming.
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Shifting her gaze from the other motorcycles, she got a glimpse of movement on the horizon. Narrowing her eyes and focusing her vision, she spotted them. Too far to make out features but enough to tell they weren't really human any more. No survival instinct or care, several of them even seemed to be plummeting to falls that guaranteed a splattered demise. Laura bit her lip, trying to bring up the memory. It was a particularly boring day. She had been grounded for something, she didn't even recall. No hunting or anything exhilarating like that. The options were slim and Laura recalled cracking open an atlas and studying information of all the other states. She hadn't yet known that she would ever even be leaving Alaska and so that boring afternoon was a rewarding one, digging deep into learning all about the other 49 states. The capital of Utah...the population was roughly close to 200,000.
Even if it was only 1% of that population that were Infected and heading this way...that was still 2000. It doesn't look like that many but who knows how many are just out of sight? Laura glanced to her holster. The gun sounds would possibly bring even more. Analysis of consequences. Fight or flight, that is the question...after she reached the crash site and investigated. She floored the gas, her motorcycle shooting back up to top speed to catch up with the others ahead.
@Krieg @OrlandoBloomers @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Saint Guillotine
Even if it was only 1% of that population that were Infected and heading this way...that was still 2000. It doesn't look like that many but who knows how many are just out of sight? Laura glanced to her holster. The gun sounds would possibly bring even more. Analysis of consequences. Fight or flight, that is the question...after she reached the crash site and investigated. She floored the gas, her motorcycle shooting back up to top speed to catch up with the others ahead.
@Krieg @OrlandoBloomers @Schnee Corp Lawyer @Saint Guillotine