It was the beginning of the end, wasn't it? Of course it was, there were dead people everywhere! The young girl standing atop the roof of a familar restaurant, watching the dead roam around mindlessly. A small hammer as her weapon in hand, a backpack full of food, water, and medical supplies as well as a few clothes, and she was off.
Now you may be wondering, now why is a child going off on her own? Well, tis the zombie apocalypse, everyone is dead! She doesn't have any other choice other than to go off on her own. She's thirteen, she can handle herself. She thinks. Well, what better way to find out? Jumping from rooftop to close rooftop, she travelled above the hoard of walking dead, heading for one place she knew was safe.
New York.
It's going to take a LOT of time, and luck, to get from downtown Atlanta, Georgia, to The Bronx, New York. But, this girl believes she can do it, she KNOWS she can do it.
Now, she just needs to get passed all the Smokers, Hunters, Witchs and Tanks, and god forbid she doesn't run into a Boomer once of twice.
Hey those names were creative, okay, don't dis the names. That she had overheard everyone else calling them.
Okay you can shut up now.
You know what she's going to just ignore you now and get on with her journey.