The girl yanked her matte black helmet off her head, she shook her head to unfurl her mid-back length mahogany hair. Running her fingers through the hair trying to remove any remnants of blood. She grabbed the chain from around her bike securing it against a nearby lamppost, as she secured she investigated every nook she could see from her position on the desolate street, silently hoping that she wouldn't catch the familiar yellow eyes staring back at her from the inky shadows. After a thorough search of her surroundings she deemed it just about safe to holster her battered silenced glock. She cautiously edged herself to the front door of her makeshift base of operations, being extra wary she slowly but steadily tapped the door open enough to squeeze her diminutive body through the door crack. She froze, she heard a faint scratching at the back door, not fast enough to be a sprinter nor heavy enough to be a scout or crawler, most likely a screecher knowing her luck. "Shit, i didn't reset the trap from last night, one must of got through the same way, i was stupid. " she scorned herself as she thought. She decided she had two options go and take it out quickly but she didn't know if there were more close to it, thus deciding that she should get upstairs and hope her rushed barricade holds it off long enough for it to get tired of pushing. As quietly as possible she dragged herself up the staircase carefully missing out the fourth stair to avoid the creaking ensuring the screecher outside would, true to its nickname, screech out a call to arms. As she reached the top of the stairs she caught her reflection in the mirror, her once elegant, sea blue eyes now faded to a steel grey, her tiny, cute nose now a bloody mess and jutting too far right at an awkward angle. "Well fuck better add this to the list of broken bones" she noted to herself. In a half hearted attempt to remove the ways a mutated could find her she thought to change into a fresher pair of clothes generously left by the house`s previous owners, they were slightly too big but would have to do. As she was removing her torn tank top she really began to notice the frightening collection of scars that had been poorly stitched up. Most were small but around five reached from her flat stomach to her the bottom of her breasts, turning round she found almost no difference on her back some were even worse. She wrestled with her skinny jeans to remove them from her body in the end resulting in her using her serrated knife edge to hack them off adding a few more cuts to her collection. "Shit, that wont help my situation downstairs" she whispered to herself, hoping, wishing they couldn't smell her blood and come hunting. They loved hunting fresh meat. She snagged her ankle in the bottom of her jeans she tripped and smashed her head into the oak banister collapsing in front of the mirror she watched on helplessly as her forehead leaked a river of crimson blood as her vision slowly fading to blackness, she tried with all her remaining energy to move any part of her body even just a finger to hold on to and anchor her in consciousness but nothing happened she lay there lifeless as the world dissolved to nothing. just darkness.
A flood of burning light pierced her eyes as she awoke the sun penetrating the window down the hallway. remembering what happened before she went unconscious and crawled to the mirror checking her forehead fortunately the blood clotted over before she lost too much blood, she shamefully stared at the overly large pool of blood she awoke from. Her ears pricked up immediately remembering the impending danger below her thankfully she couldn't hear a single noise. Wanting to seize the perfect opportunity she slashed the blood stained remains off her legs and hastily pulled some thick leggings over her now bare legs she collected any ammunition left lying around reloading all her weapons. Once she was fully stocked she descended the stairs again missing out a step yet again. One last time she forced her thin frame through the door crack not wanting to alert any stragglers. She removed the chain from around the motorbike and hoisted it over the petrol tank, proceeding to re-equip her helmet she then fired up the
engine she rode off without a second glance back hearing the familiar screech grow fainter and fainter as she opened up the throttle and accelerated off the street. Staring onward as she rode through the desolate streets, trying to ignore the corpses hanging of buildings and crumpled in the streets. She wondered what their story was before the outbreak, could they have been bakers, lawyers or just office workers, cursed to a painful end by a misguided sociopath. Pieces of concrete lay in the street far from their original perch in the buildings, she couldn't bare to be on the streets, not after the agent found her 11 years ago, alone, cold and vulnerable. Exactly what he needed. Shoving the nightmarish thoughts out of her head she sped up, mentally planning exactly where to go to reach her objective quickest, her objective was the place where the only person who means anything to her would be. "i need to find Chloe, i need to find her, she will be at barden still, she has to be" she kept telling herself that, wanting it to be true and not chasing a hopeless dream. Just as she got into the town next to Barden her bike hit a pot hole awkwardly forcing her to brake severely and suddenly, her back wheel repelling itself from the ground tossing her off into a wall, she saw her world spinning but could see a figure come up to her aiming a pistol point blank at her head.
The figure forced the girls fringe off her face revealing her once beautiful face to the figure threatening death in a ball of lead. "wait, Beca?!" the figure exclaimed dropping the pistol wrapping her arms around the fallen girl not wanting to let go ever again. "its okay Chloe, im back i wont leave you this time" Beca replied to the almost sobbing girl clinging to her. Chloe slackened off her grip, supporting the brunette as she scrambled back to her feet, she leaned against the wall to keep her balance. "who else is left that we knew?" Beca asked slightly terrified to get a response. Chloe`s silence told her everything she needed to know, she thought of when they won the competition and how elated the Bellas were, especially the beautiful redhead standing before her, now chloe was like her, her previously ginger hair now more a deep crimson stained with blood and caught in knots anywhere it could. "Survived an apocalypse and still look better than me, typical chloe" she said sarcastically, trying to distract her friend from mourning their lost friends. "oh haha, you don`t look half bad" chloe snappily replied.
Beca looked around, noticing the slowly sinking sun alerting her to find cover before the creatures had another advantage over them. So they decided to limp over to the nearby hotel lumbering the bike behind them barely supporting the additional weight Beca insisted on bringing with them. Entering the main lobby they immediately realized there had been a fight here before they arrived, marble pillars lay cracked and smashed on the floor, the reception desk has a titan sized hole in it and the wall behind. Agreeing to stay on the fifth floor so they had enough time to foresee a mutation coming in but also enough time for time to escape if any issues arose. The room they chose to accommodate themselves in was quite spacious but had obvious signs of a struggle, claw marks etched deeply into the walls, the previous owner laying off the balcony rails missing half his face and a bullet lodged in his checked for any remains of food or water, finding nothing but empty boxes, all the taps were covered in blood or the grey tinged slime the mutations leaked when injured. Chloe took first watch after a lot of persuading the brunette to sleep and heal from her accident. Beca reluctantly trotted off to bed, collapsing from exhaustion onto the ruffled sheets, she twisted and turned for what felt like hours failing to find a comfortable spot until she gave up and lay there. She remembered back to what it was like before the outbreak of the mutated genes, she was a celebrity in her own school, she had even kissed jesse, he was her one chance at a normal life. "ha that was a far fetched dream" she mumbled to herself with a slight smirk to keep away tears. A few hours later still wide awake Beca called out for Chloe to come in and rest her eyes, as she could see the fiery redhead slowly droop down in her sitting. Chloe sneaked up to the brunette but when she got close the brunette sprung up from her perch and pulled the redhead into a full on kiss, Chloe didn't attempt to fight back and instead put her passion into it as well. "I had to do it just once before i lose you" Beca explained apologetically looking down at her feet in embarrassment. Chloe laughed and pulled her back in for another one. "ive noticed how you looked at me Becs, i felt the same way since i met you. I just hoped you`d tell me earlier before this insane event kicked off" Chloe responded, caressing Beca`s hair as she spoke. They both perked to attention as they heard a sudden crack, the room door got punched through as a rotting fist fumbles around for the meal it could smell inside.