don't judge me about valerie's accent, I'm using a translator lmao
"Who are ya?" Valerie follows the figure, clinging to her sister "luna…." the figure steps into the light, a rather beautiful girl, maybe in her late teens, long blonde hair, dark brown skin, milky green eyes, and a pair of expensive black glasses, she dressed as if she was going to a funeral or a fancy rich person party, a skinny fit black dress that hugged just the right spots on her body, making her look less flat "whel hello there luna, ay'm valerie, but my friends call me val" valerie smiles up at her, no matter what situations she's in a smile is all that she needed to help her make it "shoot her in the head.." luna spoke rather bluntly "beg yer pardon?" valerie blinked at the woman above her "shoot her in the head, so she won't turn" luna then sat her gun down, turned, then walked away "make it fast!" valerie looked down at her sister, picking up the gun in her now shaking hands "Ay'm sawry sis" she pulls the trigger. Valerie follows luna, sniffling attempting to keep herself from crying, luna shakes her head
"cholerne wzgórza" they soon find a car and luna orders valerie to her inside, as luna hot wires the car valerie leans over her seat "so, do ya happen ta know what's a-goin' on here?" Luna looks up "the green flu isn't a flu at all… it's a virus… turning people into what you saw snacking on your sister" with that she just looks back at her work "there's ayy cure right? ay mean surely something ken fix this here outbreak" luna shakes her head "ceda bailed when the new england states got infected, you all are lucky down here in the more rural areas, not a lot of people, not much the infection can turn" valerie nods and slumps back in her seat "so tha ...uhh awful long ayn' shawt is, we're fucked" luna let out a half hearted chuckle as the car roared to life.
Meanwhile, in a small house in the heart of savanna, there was a young mechanic works hard on fixing up a war truck "there ayn' there, that should do it just fine" he smiles at his work before grabbing his hat and hopping in the truck. His name was ellis, a young mechanic around the age of 20, he had his whole life planned out until now, his mother,best friend, even the girl that he liked, they're all gone, all he hopes is that keith and his mum were all safe and sound "god ay hope ay ken make it ta them in tahm" he thought to himself, he started up the armored truck as it roared to life he wooed as he pulled out and drove maddly down the empty street.
"God damnit!" an older man hissed, fending off the undead "this used to be a nice neighborhood!" he yelled, this was coach, an older man at around 54, he had a slight limp now, after a bad knee accident he couldn't stay on it for too long, he couldn't rest until he was safe and no one knows how long that will be. He ran, he wished he worked out more, once it was clear he ran until he couldn't any longer, he knew, things were gonna go wrong from here
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