(Minor changes to some of the chapters like the end of Chapter 6. Also, there was a big error on the description of the fort, which is changed now in Chapter 3. That's all for now, Enjoy the updates )
Dawn. Tricia thought she would never see one again. But here she was. She was in the first floor woman's washroom, standing in front of the mirror, just, staring at herself. For once, it wasn't a self-indulged , narcissistic sort of thing, but more of a self-analysis. She was still wearing the fuzzy blue sweater and the same jeans, and those usual loop eerings. She needed some new clothes.... badly. She couldn't remember a single time she had ever worn the same clothes more than once. She was kind of annoyed, but at the same time thinking ---Tricia, don't be such a snob. Your life is never going to be the same.... so get over yourself--. It was hard though. She'd been born with rich, and had everything handed to her on a silver platter her whole life. But from her viewpoint, she had tried never to be conceited towards other people,. Either way, she was labelled a stuck-up princess. Right now, she only cared about one thing, and that was trying to survive, so that one day she might hopefully find her parents. Clothes....cars...fancy jewelry.. none of that was important anymore.
She looked back down at her sweater once, and then looked back up to the mirror. It was starting to look too .....valley ----What I really need is some army fatigues...like what Marissa wears... those are awesome!-- Stepping away from the sink, she headed outside of the bathroom and bumped right into Tyler. She stumbled back a few steps, but Tyler caught her before she lost balance.
"Damn, sorry, are you allright?"
Tricia nodded and looked up at him. His short brown hair was ruffled and there was a slightest trace of circles underneath his green eyes. He was wearing the chain and cross around his neck, the one that she had seen him holding last night. She also noticed something more important..
"What... where did you get those clothes?"
Tyler was no longer wearing the leather jacket and scratched up pants, but a fresh new pair of a blue jeans and a black T-shirt.
"They've got a whole bunch of clothes down in the storage room. We all went through it while you were sleeping."
"Great, I really need to head down there, I look like a bum."
"Nah, you look great."
"Thanks.." Tricia tried to casually pass over the comment but she felt her cheeks flushing, "Anyway, where are the others?"
"Downstairs," replied Tyler, moving to the door at the end of the hallway. "Come on."
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The cafeteria, luckily, was completely clean. Unlike the hallways and several of the rooms, there wasn't a single smear of blood or zombie intestine anywhere to be seen. When Tricia and Tyler got there, Curtis and Marissa were already seated, and on the table was practically a buffet-style breakfast.
"Wow," commented Tricia as she took a seat, Tyler sitting beside her. "Impressive."
Marissa nodded as she finished a piece of pancake. "Yup, Craig got up early and made it for you."
"Looks like he's a good cook."
"That's not the only thing he's good at," said Marissa with a wink.
Curtis coughed on some hash brown. "Please, we're eating."
Tricia and Tyler both smiled.
"So where's that other girl?" Marissa poured herself a glass of orange juice while speaking.
"Madison? Still in bed, she's not feeling all that great," answered Tricia.
"Well," Curtis spoke up, "Marissa, maybe now would be a good time to tell us everything."
"Like Eric told you Father, we know as much as you know. I can tell you what happened with us though." Marissa paused to finish chewing before continuing. "Yesterday, when you guys arrived here, that was only an hour or so after us soldiers got here. That's why we're so un-organized, we've had no time to get set-up."
"So only you three made it?" asked Tyler
"No... there were 4 of us. But anyways, there still might be survivors in the other building. We made a pact that after we had a good nights rest and something to eat, we'd go back to the main base to see if there were others."
Curtis nodded thoughtfully, "When do you plan on making the round."
"Right now."----The voice that said that came from behind them. They all turned to see who had spoken.
It was Craig, who had just come into the backdoor of the cafeteria. He had an ammunition strap across his shoulder, that hung over his chest. Eric came in after, holding an M16 and and a clip.
"We got our first sign, so we're moving out," Eric slammed the clip into the weapon and then locked it, "So whoever wants to come, speak up."
Tyler stood up. "I want in."
Curtis did the same. "I also want to help."
Tricia hesitated at first, but then took in a deep breath and stood up. "I want in."
Eric perked a brow at her. "You?"
Tricia narrowed her eyes, "Yah, me,.... what's the problem."
"Just didn't think... nevermind. Marissa, you got all your gear packed?"
The female soldier nodded.
Craig walked over to the table and laid the ammunition out. "I'm staying behind, to keep watch over the base, and also keep the doors open for when you guys come back."
"The rest of you....." started Eric, "Get ready to move out."
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Dawn. Tricia thought she would never see one again. But here she was. She was in the first floor woman's washroom, standing in front of the mirror, just, staring at herself. For once, it wasn't a self-indulged , narcissistic sort of thing, but more of a self-analysis. She was still wearing the fuzzy blue sweater and the same jeans, and those usual loop eerings. She needed some new clothes.... badly. She couldn't remember a single time she had ever worn the same clothes more than once. She was kind of annoyed, but at the same time thinking ---Tricia, don't be such a snob. Your life is never going to be the same.... so get over yourself--. It was hard though. She'd been born with rich, and had everything handed to her on a silver platter her whole life. But from her viewpoint, she had tried never to be conceited towards other people,. Either way, she was labelled a stuck-up princess. Right now, she only cared about one thing, and that was trying to survive, so that one day she might hopefully find her parents. Clothes....cars...fancy jewelry.. none of that was important anymore.
She looked back down at her sweater once, and then looked back up to the mirror. It was starting to look too .....valley ----What I really need is some army fatigues...like what Marissa wears... those are awesome!-- Stepping away from the sink, she headed outside of the bathroom and bumped right into Tyler. She stumbled back a few steps, but Tyler caught her before she lost balance.
"Damn, sorry, are you allright?"
Tricia nodded and looked up at him. His short brown hair was ruffled and there was a slightest trace of circles underneath his green eyes. He was wearing the chain and cross around his neck, the one that she had seen him holding last night. She also noticed something more important..
"What... where did you get those clothes?"
Tyler was no longer wearing the leather jacket and scratched up pants, but a fresh new pair of a blue jeans and a black T-shirt.
"They've got a whole bunch of clothes down in the storage room. We all went through it while you were sleeping."
"Great, I really need to head down there, I look like a bum."
"Nah, you look great."
"Thanks.." Tricia tried to casually pass over the comment but she felt her cheeks flushing, "Anyway, where are the others?"
"Downstairs," replied Tyler, moving to the door at the end of the hallway. "Come on."
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The cafeteria, luckily, was completely clean. Unlike the hallways and several of the rooms, there wasn't a single smear of blood or zombie intestine anywhere to be seen. When Tricia and Tyler got there, Curtis and Marissa were already seated, and on the table was practically a buffet-style breakfast.
"Wow," commented Tricia as she took a seat, Tyler sitting beside her. "Impressive."
Marissa nodded as she finished a piece of pancake. "Yup, Craig got up early and made it for you."
"Looks like he's a good cook."
"That's not the only thing he's good at," said Marissa with a wink.
Curtis coughed on some hash brown. "Please, we're eating."
Tricia and Tyler both smiled.
"So where's that other girl?" Marissa poured herself a glass of orange juice while speaking.
"Madison? Still in bed, she's not feeling all that great," answered Tricia.
"Well," Curtis spoke up, "Marissa, maybe now would be a good time to tell us everything."
"Like Eric told you Father, we know as much as you know. I can tell you what happened with us though." Marissa paused to finish chewing before continuing. "Yesterday, when you guys arrived here, that was only an hour or so after us soldiers got here. That's why we're so un-organized, we've had no time to get set-up."
"So only you three made it?" asked Tyler
"No... there were 4 of us. But anyways, there still might be survivors in the other building. We made a pact that after we had a good nights rest and something to eat, we'd go back to the main base to see if there were others."
Curtis nodded thoughtfully, "When do you plan on making the round."
"Right now."----The voice that said that came from behind them. They all turned to see who had spoken.
It was Craig, who had just come into the backdoor of the cafeteria. He had an ammunition strap across his shoulder, that hung over his chest. Eric came in after, holding an M16 and and a clip.
"We got our first sign, so we're moving out," Eric slammed the clip into the weapon and then locked it, "So whoever wants to come, speak up."
Tyler stood up. "I want in."
Curtis did the same. "I also want to help."
Tricia hesitated at first, but then took in a deep breath and stood up. "I want in."
Eric perked a brow at her. "You?"
Tricia narrowed her eyes, "Yah, me,.... what's the problem."
"Just didn't think... nevermind. Marissa, you got all your gear packed?"
The female soldier nodded.
Craig walked over to the table and laid the ammunition out. "I'm staying behind, to keep watch over the base, and also keep the doors open for when you guys come back."
"The rest of you....." started Eric, "Get ready to move out."
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