Good Karma {Song Qian & Gayoon}
It had been a while since Qian last stepped outside. For months she had been cooped up in her small hospital office she claimed, managing to survive off of some near spoiled fruits and raw vegetables. Usually, patients would trade small amounts of food for her service but lately, people seem to be surviving fairly well with no patients rushing in begging for her to save their lives. She wondered why. The moment she realized her food stock has been diminishing day by day, her heart dropped slowly as well. She hated being outside. She was scared. She was scared of the survivors, the Fireflies; ultimately, she was scared of people. No one knew of her fear. Why would she want others to know? They would only take advantage of her fear. Thus portraying an arrogant, selfish persona to the others, she successfully survived for the last eight years.
Thankfully, it was daytime when she realized her food shortage. If she encountered someone, or something, she would be able to at hide or outrun them. Shrugging off her dirty coat, she dug around her drawers quietly, careful not to alarm her patients nearby. Giving herself a small smile, she found the item she was searching for. She tucked the pistol in her jeans at the bottom of her back. She recalled the gun only carrying two or three more bullets, quickly reminding herself to trade for ammunition instead of food the next time she had to treat someone. Hooking her second weapon on her old worn out belt, she tied it with several knots, securing the machete in the sheath to herself. She tugged her white coat back on her before heading out into the world.
The moment she stepped out, her mind went blank. Where would she go? Where would all the food be located? As inexperienced as she was, Qian managed to get herself near the outskirts of Zone-X. Crouching down behind a broken down electrical box near a building, she could see a few survivors marching through the street, struggling to live. A familiar sight for her to see. From there, she found herself staring at the metal wall in the distance, barricading her and others inside the small area known as Zone-X. Noticing the sun setting near the horizon, she slowly began to panic. Sure she knew the way back, but she was wary if she would even make it back alive. People began to go back to their 'houses' as she watched. She saw Fireflies paroling the area. That was when she took it as her cue to leave the area. She removed herself from her hiding position, stealthily moving herself behind a crumbling building, away from the others. She couldn't go through the streets now. Her only option was to move through the grasses behind the buildings back to the hospital. She was careful of her steps. She knew Clickers were reliable on sound and she also knew with even the slightest noise, her presence would be known to many others. She moved with light, quick steps from one area to another, moving fluidly through the tall grass. She held her breath with every movement when she could see the main street coming up to her vision. She was so close to the hospital. She was so close to making it back 'home' alive. Until she heard a small crack in alleyway in front of her. At first, she thought it was herself. Looking down at the ground to see that there wasn't a broken twig or anything, she bit her lip in habit. She immediately crouched down in the tall grass to hopefully blend in with her surroundings. Out in the open with nothing on her but her two weapons, she backed up from her position as quietly as possible. Her right hand wound up around the handle of the machete instinctively as her eyes never left the small pathway where the source of the noise was. Holding her breath once again, she couldn't help but let out a small curse when she saw an infected staggering towards her.
