CarsonThe cold winter air was nipping at my bare skin as I sat atop of my safe house. The movie theater off of Main St, served as a perfect place to hole myself up after things went to shit with my squadron. After it was just me left, I ran off on my own and by some luck found this place. Dallas and I have been hiding here since, gathering supplies as the days go by, trying to eat as little as possible but enough to keep up our strength. By now, Dallas was sleeping the day away after traveling so far to find any kind of supplies.. all the local places around the theater had already been cleaned out. The sound of the dead growling and groaning below me made my skin crawl. I could just imagine their hands gripping my clothing and their teeth ripping away at my skin. Blood. So much blood. A shiver ran down my spine at the thought of oozing blood. I'd been in the service for almost 5 years, but never seen blood shed like I'd seen it the last few months. It really messed with the mind. As I sat there on the edge of the building with my legs hanging off, I looked up at the night sky and tried to imagine I was somewhere else for the moment. I'd give anything to be anywhere else.. in any given time period. I wouldn't survive this. How could I?