Ava woke up early, before the sun. She had to get the new fourwheeler. Her uncle and father had found it while on a run last week and spent most of their free time fixing it up. She picked up her worn, brown leather satchel off of her bedside table, careful not to wake her cousin and sister. She had packed her satchel the night before with an apple, water bottle, her silver pocket knife with orange butterflies on it, and her favorite book 'The Hunger Games'. Ava sprinted downstairs to see her grandma sitting in the kitchen at the little round table. Her grandmother's back was to her, books and paper spread around the wooden surface. Ava stared for a minute. Debating whether or not she should go see what her grandmother was up to. She decided that she had enough time to check it out before her siblings and cousins got up.
"Grandma, what're you doin'?" Ava asked, coming to sit on the other side of the table. Ava stared around at what was on the papers. Lists. Of food and water rations.
"Just taking stock of our supplies." Her grandmother looked at her out of the corner of her eye, "Ready to get your hands on that new fourwheeler?"
"How'd you know?" Ava asked, a smile spreading across her face.
"I know everything my darling. But you better hurry up, you know how early Kayla gets up." Ava remembered what she was doing and nodded, before kissing her grandmother on the cheek and running outside.
Ava eagerly ripped the blue tarp off of the eight fourwheelers they owned. She stared in apperciantion at the new, shiny, blue and red fourwheeler. She sat on the leather padded seats and enjoyed her apple while reading her book and waiting for the rest of her family to wake up. She was lost in the story of death and disaster. It reminded her of the world she lived in now, if you could even call it a world at all. Ava looked to her right where the trees were about five yards away from her. A rotter stubbled out of the bushes. Its rotting smell filled her nose, despite the space between her and the undead. It was only one so she took it as a time to practice her throwing.
Ava took her knife from the bag and lined it up with the rotter. She exhaled and threw it with all her might. It landed in the rotter's left eye. It froze then fell to the ground. "Yes!" She exclaimed while jogging to remove her weapon. After she was seated back in her spot she became more alert. She had woken up early before, to get to what was now the second best fourwheeler, but she had never had to deal with a rotter in the time she was alone. No more undead came before her brother and cousins came out, sprinting each other to reach the new fourwheeler. When they noticed she was there, they deflated like balloons. Kayla didnt hesitate to seat herself on what was now second best.
"Really Ava?!" Her brother, Zack, shouted at her, settling on the old green one beside her.
"I call dibs on it for tomorrow!" Cooper yelled.
"We'll see about that!" Ava said before taking off.
Next to the fourwheelers that weren't being used was a huge barrel. In it were sticks, sharpened to spears so the kids could do their morning chores. As the four grabbed the sticks while excelling their speeds they started to circle the farm, doing their daily perimeter check. Everything was going as planned. Kayla would take the North side, Zack would take East, Ava would take South, and Cooper would take West. Zack and Kayla would meet at the chicken coops and the wells and Ava and Cooper would meet at the barn. Zack and Kayla would collect water for their dads to retrieve later. They would also get the eggs from the chickens to take back to the house. Ava and Cooper would milk the cows and leave that to be retrieved as well. They would let the dogs out of their kennels to use the bathroom and run around before letting them loose in the barn. Then Kayla and Zack would go back to the house and Ava and Cooper, being the older two, would check the snare traps that were in the edge of the woods surrounding their farm.
Naturally, since everything started off great so far for Ava, everything failed. Someone got bit.
A/N - Okay, this was really, really, REALLY short, but it's based off of a dream I had. Review 'four wheeler' for this one.