"What's the point in surviving, if you're not going to live?"
Yang remembered saying this phrase more than once before society fell. Yang's outlook on life had changed, in the old world, it was all she could do to keep herself awake in classes. She didn't care about grades, she only cared about the next party. She wanted to drink, go home with some guy she just met, and do it all over again the next day. If anyone told her anything different, that is how she would respond. Although, that mantra did end up saving her life.
Two years ago she had tons of friends and was having a ton of fun at Vale's very own Beacon academy. Finest school on remnant, if you asked her dad.
But now, most of those friends were dead.
Blake shook Yang out of her thoughts. Shouting over the roar of Yang's bike Bumblebee, Blake said "there used to be a gas station about a mile down the next road."
They were on a run, out looking for supplies left over from the old world. Yang usually worked with her sister, but this time Blake decided to come along. Yang replied "left or right?"
Blake pointed right. Yang followed her directions and steered the bike down the road, keeping a watchful eye out for any Zombies that may be around.
Trees with leaves of the deepest red lined the street. Yang could see the pink sap starting to seep through the bark on some of the trees. She thought "Nora would love some of that, maybe we can stop on the way back." The road was littered with broken down cars, most of which were probably inoperable.
Yang hadn't been this far south of the camp in a long time. Come to think of it, she hadn't ever been this far south. She grew up on an island called Patch. Her father Tai was a teacher at the high school she went to. Lucky for her he also taught self defense classes for all ages. Most of Yang's fighting abilities were brought about by near constant training with her father. Yang never would have thought that she would owe her life to Tai's training, but she's grateful he always pushed her to be better. Tai taught her to fight with her mind and body, rather than trying to brute force her way through every obstacle.
Blake shouted "there it is, let's stop so we can see what we are up against."
Yang pulled the bike over and surveyed the gas station. "I don't see anything outside, doesn't mean it's safe though."
"Can you see anything Kitty Cat? Too dark inside for my eyes."
Blake looked at Yang incredulously "did you really just call me that?"
"Hope it doesn't bother you, because you're stuck with it now girl." Yang Chuckled.
Blake sighed "it's just...that is the same thing that Roman used to call me. You know how that turned out."
"Yeah, with him in the infirmary when he got a little too handsy with you. Serves him right, you should've done more than just broken his nose."
"Well, that is all in the past now, I wonder if he made it out alive?" Blake said. "Anyway, I'm not seeing anything inside. Still, keep your guard up."
As they started walking up to the building, Yang pulled out a punch Knife for each hand and Blake unholstered her silenced Glock 17.
Yang entered the building first, inside were rows of shelves and to her surprise, most of them were still stocked with food. She checked each row for any signs of walkers, she found drag marks that looked like a trail of dried blood leading to the back room. Blake emerged from behind the counter, Yang caught her gaze and motioned for Blake to join her.
Yang opened the door, Blake right behind her to find a two walkers stuck under a shelf that had fallen over. It looked as if the male walker, the one on top dragged the female back there and started eating her. Aside from the two walkers now frantically trying to free themselves the back room was pretty barren.
"We can't leave them like this." Blake said.
"Your right." Yang replied.
Yang knelt next to the pair, grabbed the back of the male walker's head and put her punch knife through it's temple. At the same time Blake holstered her gun, pulled out her combat knife, and did the same to the female.
"Grab everything you can fit in your bag, and then we can head back home."
As Yang went back to Bumblebee, she thought saw a shadow in the trees. After standing there looking intently for a few minutes she decided it must have been her imagination, as there was no way a walker would have stayed still that long.
To Yang's surprise the pumps at the station still had plenty of gas. "Good call on this station Blake. Food and gas, I never even knew this place existed. We should really bring a car down here tomorrow, get as much supplies as we can."
"Agreed." Blake said as they started the drive back to camp. "So how did I do today Yang? Better or worse than Ruby?"
"How could I even begin to compare you to Ruby Blake? She's my sister after all." Yang replied. "Although, I do like having you around. You're much calmer than she is, and calmer usually means quieter."
Was it Yang's imagination or was Blake holding on tighter than before?