P.O.V of T
Lately it's been harder than usual. I've just been watching my former group as they survive this world, or what's left of it anyways. A while back I decided to leave the group, thought they would do better without me. Problem is, I never actually left them. I couldn't leave them, ya know?
I think I just hit number three of those kidnapping sort of things. My old friend, Jacob, told me about one other who is like me. I plan on finding her once my old group gets to a safer place. To be honest, they have been doing okay but they're running pretty low on food supplies. I can't help them with that though.
I wonder if this other can do what I can do...
It's been decided. I find her. I need to let her know that... She's not the only one.
T hopped down from the building she used to watch her ex group. She grabbed her weaponry and began to plan out her journey. "I can use my motorcycle to get to Jacob. And Jacob is..." T then tapped her head in anger. She tried to remember specifically where she was that day. T usually gets short flashes of memories from the past when she thinks abnormally hard.
"Jacob is... He's at the... The..." She closed her eyes. T gasped and a memory hit her like a tsunami.
"There is one like you Tallie. Her name is Alice and the satellite currently says she's in Washington D.C."
"Washington D.C? That place is totally out of control, Jacob." Jacob angled the computer so T could see the live footage.
"They're trying to take it back? No way I'm ever going there."
T came back from the memory with another gasp. "No need for Jacob. White House here I come."
T gathered her items for the road. Food, a case of water she found yesterday, a SIG-Sauer P220 Sport handgun, and a TDI Vector that she stole from Umbrella. She put her guns in her jacket that she made herself. An old black leather jacket that belonged to her older brother. She hopped on her motorcycle and decided to say goodbye to her friends.
She never actually did say goodbye to them. She realized that she abandoned them, even if it was for their own good. They could die from the virus, or because she was around them. At least if she was around them, she could protect them as long as possible. Her mind was made.
T drove in the opposite direction of her group, which happened to be the right way. She prepared herself for what lies ahead, in Washington D.C.