Ally lit her cigarette with trembling hands, it was broken on one side and she had to hold it in the middle to be able to get a good drag without the smoke escaping prematurely. That was another thing to put up on her wall of achievements. Smoking. She used to be the girl with the strict vegan diet, save the whales, say no to aerosol, all that crap.
And look at her now, trying to smoke a broken cigarrete and dreading the fact that it was her last one. She had the boys back at the first indipendent militia she stayed with to thank for it.
Showed her that it was the only thing other than alcohol that made shooting walking corpses in the head feel just a tad less disturbing.
Sure helped to be able to hold something in her hands on the nights when sleep wouldnt come and the anxiety was like a piano over your head ready to fall.
Ofcourse, those boys were long gone, and she hated to think that she survived the attack because she was busy taking a shit in a ditch. Haha.
While she took the crap of her life those boys were ripped apart and eaten in their sleep, all because the stupid sentry fell asleep with a penthouse magazine in his lap and his fly open. She cringed at the memory of their screams, the sound of guns going off sporadically, of breaking bones and the sound of a dozen hungry moans.
Now here she was, in this dingy room, in a flea infested house with boards nailed on the windows by previous inhabitants and two inches of grime on the floor.
She exhaled a stream of smoke and let her head fall back against the wall. The light that drifted in from the window was turning into a dull orange as the afternoon wore on, slowly, making the sweat drip from her neck down to her tailbone, soaking the wifebeater she had on and the waistband of her jeans. How long was it since she
had a shower? Since she actually changed into clean clothes? Days? Weeks? Six months ago she wouldve laughed at the notion of her wearing the same thing for days on end, smelling like a goddamn sewer or worse.
She drummed a beat onto the dirty floor, blowing dust particles that drifted in with the light array so that they swirled in circles before her eyes. She must have drifted off to sleep because the next thing she heard was a click and them a sharp bang. The sound echoed in the quiet street behind her. She sat quietly for a few seconds before she heard someone outside cry out, ''Help! Anyone! Help me!''
She cursed and scrambled to her feet, rubbing her sore arms and swinging her rifle to her shoulder, holding it up good and ready. She looked out into the street and saw somebody running and dodging about twenty of those things. She cursed again. That shithead led the whole goddamn horde down here! She cried aloud. She ran across the room and out the door, positioning herself on the front porch.
''In here!'' she called out. The guy looked up with a bewildered expression on his face as he shot at the things behind him and missing each time.
Ally steadied the rifle and fired, catching one right behind the guy who was running at full speed towards the house.
Two others fell and her side hurt from the way the firing made the steel on the chair she was leaning on slam into her ribs. The guy ran up the porch and into the house, locking the door behind him.
''Hey! Fuck!'' Ally screamed getting up quickly and rummaging in her belt bag for a grenade, she yanked the pin out with a force that made her teeth hurt in her head and threw it right in the middle of those things. She almost went down with those things as the bomb exploded charring the paint off the porch walls, she finished off what was left of them before falling to her knees and finally bursting into tears.
When she finally composed herself she reloaded her rifle and stared into the approaching dusk and at the litter of bodies on the street. Aiming the rifle at the lock on the door she fired and burst into the house.
''Where the fuck are you? You almost got me killed you shithead? Come out! Where the fuck are you?''
She heard a click and felt cold steel press at the back of her head.
''Right behind you bitch. Now drop your gun.''
Her face went numb as the blood drained from it. The man held his gun to her head, and from the feel of it he was shaking just as much as she was.