Curiousity was always getting in her way of rational thinking. And in this case, she was curious of the noise inside. 'A gas tank just fell over or something,' she told herself. She knew it was a lie, just to make herself feel a bit better rather than telling herself flat out that...well, let's just say that she would much rather tell herself the lie over and over again rather than hear the ugly truth once.
Valyrie came up to the gaping doors of the warehouse and let her eyes scan the area. Shadows loomed over emptied crates and rusted stairs and catwalks while streaks of foggy light illuminated a few stained spots of the concrete floor through broken windows, some of which were painted black. It was...eerie. The silence was deafening and the overall atmosphere was intimidating. This place could have housed a few hundred people once. Provided shelter from the impending 'end of the world'.
Suddenly, an all too familiar sound disturbed the world of temporary peace Valyrie had formed for herself in the space between dark and light.
-A gun shot? Then that means...,- Valyrie immidiately moved herself to defense position between two wooden crates that were pushed against a wall.
A series of groans and hisses grew from the depths of the looming shadows from the upper levels. Another two shots from the same gun induced even more of a disturbance in the large number of infected. Once the infected are disturbed from their peace, there is no stopping them from going on a rampage.
Waiting for her adrenal gland to kick in, she chose to continue further inside and see what the huge fuss was about. And if she was outnumbered, well, let's just say that her boots aren't just made for walking. She stood at a window for a second just to look at the surrounding buildings and the trash that flew with the dead winds on the streets. It was pathetic to see what the once great city had dwindled down to. But, it wasn't really anyone's fault. I mean, that's what happens when an outbreak occurs and cuts the entire human population of the entire world by approximately 90%. Valyrie grinned at the number. She wasn't happy that Armageddon happened and all, but she just really liked the sound of percentages. Especially when they applied to humans, and in this case, those who weren't one of the 10.5% infected population. Of course, that just meant that she was another statistic. Nothing more than a number. And quite an insignificant number at that.
After she finished reminiscing, she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose and finally began to make her way up to the second story landing. She pulled her zippo out of her pocket and held it in her gloved hand and started opening and closing it with a steady beat of 'clinks'. Noticing that the songs of the infected were getting louder, she took one glove off her left hand revealing the remaining scars of third degree burns.
-Best be prepared in case they do come around,- she told herself.
She lit her zippo a few times to get it going and when she finally got a good light, she summoned a flame into her left hand and held it. Her hand was now a torch emitting a heated glow. And with a bit of effort, she manipulated it until it became a column of fire that rose to the remaining stories above her. Then she clenched her hand into a fist, smoldering the fire.
-Shit. Only a minute,- she thought with a bite as she inhaled sharply from the pain. –I thought I would be able to hold a flame for at least a good three minutes now. After all of that training I put myself through.-
Suddenly a new set of what seemed to be aggravated infected started making their way from one of the top floors.
-Well, I did just announce my presence,- Valyrie thought as she started running.
She showed no panic. She showed no worry. She kept her mind focused and her senses sharp. And in this particular case, she was focused, not on the infected that were on her trail, but on the pair of eyes that were following her every move.