Left4Dead Verse Starter for @four-horsemen
You have to keep moving, find a safe place to hunker down and wait for help.
At least that’s what she remembered being told a week ago, before her entire suburb was overun by these people: Wild and feral, looking to rip anyone apart as soon as they were spotted. At least, she thought they were still people.. Since then, this illness, this ‘Green Flu’ as CEDA called it, took a stranglehold over the populus. Was there anyone that managed to avoid being caught and stay alive, like she had managed to do so far? Cybil tried her best to follow the directions given to her but now she was running out of food and water, out of hope. There was no sign of the military coming to help, no sign that anyone had this under control. The more time went on, the more she had to focus on her own needs and push her luck.
As the sun began to set through the slated windows of the second-story office she was huddled in, she knew if there was any time she should make a go of it, it would be now. Cybil knew that there was a small grocer just down the street, the eye-catching signage helped insure it was burned into her memory for later reference. If she could manage to grab a few days, hell, a few weeks of food, she could focus on the other essentials and rest easier for it.
Taking a deep breath, she slowly moved from the window and down the stairs, gripping the weathered handle of her hickory bat. It served her well enough, if the sick came too close, but there was no way she could fight off more than one and live to tell about it. While she was there, she might as well find some sort of backup.
Methodically she opened the door, extremely cautious, almost hyper-vigilant to the sounds and sights around her. She would wait a few seconds in between, just to make sure she didn’t rouse attention, until the door gradually opened enough for her to squeeze through it. Cybil was now out in the open, the dampness of the twilight air settling on her exposed forearms. Whatever sweat was forming sent a chill through her body, or was that her fear? So far it looked as though she had went unnoticed but she was far from safe, she still had to make it to the grocer and back and her visibility was quickly becoming limited.
Making it half-way across the street, Cybil then heard a window shatter sharply in the progressing dark, obnoxious and intrusive to the silence. It immediately caused her to tense up and look for the source. From where it sounded, it was very close and loud. Much too loud. She could almost feel her stomach drop between her legs, she was vunerable and now in the most danger she had been since the outbreak started. The noise had roused what seemed like a whole congregation of these people and Cybil wasn’t about to stick around and count just how many there were exactly. Immediately she ran towards one of the shops, hoping, praying, that someone left the doors unlocked.
