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Status: Alive | Located on the outskirts of a city
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1. Keep walking. You may find a place you think is safe but it's not. Never stop moving.
2. Stay away from the large cities, there is a chance that more Walkers will be gathered there
3. Night-time isn't safe. Hole up and wait for the sun before moving again
4. Trust no one
When their parents passed and then Willow, Alec made sure Clary knew how to keep herself alive should they ever get separated. He had made a long list of rules and Clary found herself repeating some of them like a mantra. The first rule especially. When she ran away that horrible night, she was astounded that she hadn't gotten killed from her mad dash into the darkness. She had run for who knows how long and eventually climbed a fairly large tree and hid in the foliage. There she had waited for the sun to rise, covering her ears as her brothers screams echoed through her mind. Was...Was he dead...? Or worse...? As harsh as it sounded, she hoped he was dead because she knew if he turned into one of
them she would not have the power to take him out. She couldn't then and she wouldn't be able to now. The small girl sighed and wiped at the sweat beading on her forehead, tipping her head back and glancing up at the unforgiving sun. While she was certainly glad for the light that kept some of the monsters away, she certainly wasn't grateful of how hot it was. And having hair a long as hers was not helping the situation. She knew the smart thing to do was probably cut her long hair. It was much too dangerous to have; it can be grabbed so easily. But...Alec had loved her hair and had even fought against their parents when they suggested getting it cut. She frowned and gathered her long hair together, staring at it for several moments before she began braiding it away from her face, securing it with the hair tie around her wrist.
There, that felt better. She exhaled a deep breath and looked up at the city looming close by. The small child was resting in the shadows of a few tipped over cars. The good thing about being so small was that she could hide in tight spaces and be over-looked. Her backpack was resting next to her and she licked her lips, longing for some water and food. But she resisted. That was the very reason she had broken one of Alec's rules and traveled so close to a city. She was going to run out of supplies soon and she needed to restock or she would die. She didn't plan on going fully into the city, she hoped she would be able to scavenge through shops on the outer edge. Though there was a possibility it had been picked clean but she needed to try. So far she has done a good job of dodging Walkers and she has yet to run into any Alphas. She shuddered at the thought. She had heard all sorts of stories about them and she desperately hoped she never came across one.
She shook her head, clearing the frightening thoughts from her mind. She didn't have time to sit here all day. She needed to get her mission done and be out of the city by nightfall. The child stood, brushed herself off and peeked out from her hiding place. All coasts were clear. Clary made her way carefully towards the city, darting from shadow to shadow and being as quiet as she could. It took a little bit more time than if she had simply walked straight down the road but she was willing to sacrifice a small bit of time in order to make it across the highway in one piece. The first run-down place she happened across was a 711. She didn't know if it would have anything but it was worth a shot.
Instead of heading in through the front, Clary circled the building and found an unlocked backdoor. She eased her way inside and stood still for a moment, listening. Wait...Was that a noise? It sounded like..breathing? Her brain immediately yelled at her to run but her more compassionate side stepped in. What if someone was hurt and needed her help?
Yeah and what if someone had claimed this place as theirs and was going to shoot her the second she stepped into firing range?
She shook the dark thought from her head and made her towards the front of the store on silent feet. She picked her way around empty boxes and gutted appliances. It's fun how, when the world ends, humans naturally go for the appliances and electronics rather then supplies that would aid in their survival. After a few moments, Clary rounded a corner slowly and promptly froze. It was an actual person. After Willow died, Alec made sure they stayed away from cities and so Clary didn't have interaction with other humans. Her feet froze to the floor and she could only stare at the boy with wide-eyes, the child clenching the front of her shirt with tiny hands.
