Gabriella looked for food, an animal or something, while munching on the last of the berries her father said she could have. She wasnt the best hunter and gatherer but she made sure there was enough for her and her parents.
She frowned, it seemed like everyweek she needed less and less food. it was only a month ago when her aunt died.
Carefull not to be to loud, she oicked some berries. She tried her best not to get attacked by one of those things, those walking dead. Gabby checked some of the snares she'd set to see f she got something, but only found the usuall, nothing or a Zombie eating it.
"Damn" she swore walking back to the camp. Her mother was huddeled in a blanket, her green eyes staring intently at the fire. Gabbys father had his arm around her doing his best to keep her warm.
"Anything?" her father asks.
She shakes her head "just the usuall berries"
"Frank tell her about the place" her mother nudged her father "Jane, I am" "What place?" she asked. "While I was looking for supplies I stubled upon a jail. Its perfect we just need to find someone who has the firepower to kill the zoms that are in the courtyard, and a cell block a we could be safe."
"Shouldnt we all check it out first?" Gabby asked "We are tomorrow morning"
"Okay sound like a plan"
"Come on Ella lets eat and then clean this place up."
While cleaning up her father whispered "You and I both know that your mother is very sick. I'm not ure if she'll be able to sleep in the tree tonite and if anything happens she told me she wants you to know that she loves you very much"
Tears welled up in Gabby's eyes." I know I just dont want to think about it." she turned her attention to her mother, who looke more and more like one of those monsters "Hey mom, do you think you'll be able to get into the tree for one more night?" her mother nodded. "See dad, she's fine"
"Fine, Elle" they finished picking up the supplies and putting it in their bag.
When everything was cleaned up and put in the bag, Gabrielle's mother safely secured to her spot on the tree, Gabby and her father climbed up and secured themselves.
"Dad, do you ever think that things will be normal again?" she asked "I dont know. We havent heard from any type of autority and I think we should have, at least by now." Gabby was silent "Dont worry we've been doing just fine on our own"
"But Aunt Jesy died three weeks ago and who knows what will happen to mom"
"I know, Ella,I know. But we didnt make it this far to just quit. Remember, the jail will keep us protected, there may be survivors. Maybe they could tell us whats wrong with your mom"
"She's depressed" Gabbriella said "She's lost almost everyone and is afraid of losing us"
"How dou you know that?" her father asked "Because its exactly how I feel and I'm sure you feel it too" somethng rustled from underneath so thay had to be quite for a while. "Gabby, I love you G'nite" her father said.
"I love you too daddy" Gabriella said before drifting off into a light slumber