Harper glanced around and saw that the area was clear of 'Bloodies'. It was a silly name, but after using it once or twice it started to grow on her. She dashed into the camping section of the store and ran past shelves that contained fishing rods and tents. Some weapons in a glass case caught her eye and she noticed that someone had unlocked the case and guns were missing.
Harper was not interested in guns though, she reached for a large knife in a leather sheath and clipped it on to her belt. She made sure the knife was secure and zoomed off, away from the camping section and into other parts of the giant store that contained practically everything. It might has well had been called a mall, but there were no walls separating each section. Just signs.
Harper stopped at a small and outdated television that was airing the news. She stared for a while as some news reporters talked about rioting in other cities and mobs of 'infected' attacking the rioting people.
Harper pulled her hoodie over her head and went on her way to find Sam. She forgot about laying low and ran into a teenager. It was only when she noticed blood dripping from a bite mark on the teen's arm that she realized he was a Bloody. The Bloody turned around and moaned as he reached for Harper.
Harper took her knife out and backed away. "Fuck off or I'll shank you" she growled. The Bloody shuffled forward and opened his mouth. He tripped and landed on the smaller teen.
Harper pushed the knife through the Bloody's chest and shoved him away. He seemed unfazed as he landed on the floor and struggled to get up.
"Jesus christ what the fuck are you doing, I just stabbed you and you won't stop trying to be an asshole" Harper grumbled as she walked away from the Bloody that was failing horribly at getting into a standing position.
Sam was shoving some canned peaches into a backpack in the canned food section when Harper found her.
"Feeling like going on a health kick?" Harper commented and smirked a bit.
Sam rolled her eyes and put more food in the bag until it was completely stuffed. She slung the backpack over her shoulder as she stood up. Harper twirled the knife in her hand before holding it tightly as if she was going to stab a person.
"Man I thought the apocalypse would be super scary. I was freaked out by the rioters, but look! Cowardly Harper Valentine just stabbed a Bloody" Harper babbled on as she wiped the blood off of the knife on to her jeans and sheathed it.
"Uh-huh that is nice" Sam said dismissively as she handed an empty backpack to Harper and strolled off. Harper sighed and quickly shoved a few cans of food into the bag. She followed Sam out of the store, putting things into the bag along the way.
Harper stepped over broken glass as they exited through the windows that were now completely destroyed. She opened up a candy bag she snatched and ate a few gummy worms while Sam poked a person that was lying face down in the middle of the street. Sam shook her head and tugged Harper away from the dead person.
Harper pulled her phone out and started taking pictures of different things while they walked back to the apartment. She noticed that there weren't as many looters running around and looked up at Sam for some sort of reassurance. Sam shrugged and said,"assholes probably decided to fuck off when the Bloodies started wandering around".
"Where are the Bloodies though?" Harper said as she examined some writing on a wall.
"I have no idea, but thing went to shit pretty quickly...It is a bit suspicious" Sam replied.
Harper checked the time on her phone and saw that it was 8:57. It has been a few hours since the old woman who just so happened to be a Bloody attacked her. Sam was right, a lot of shit went down in the past few hours. She remembered how ecstatic she felt when she stabbed the Bloody, but she began to realize how real this situation was and became less brave. Her mind started bubbling with fear as she watched Sam jabbing a Bloody on the ground with her bat.
Harper shivered and rubbed her hands together. She examined her brown, freckled skin as she thought about the Bloody she stabbed. What if there was a cure? What if he was still alive? What if society rebuilt itself and had looted for no reason? So many what ifs.
Sam left the Bloody alone and led Harper down the darkened streets. Harper hopped in water puddles and made squeaky noises with her sneakers. She got distracted and carefree for a moment before she was interrupted by Sam putting out her arm to stop her from walking any further.
Harper looked up from her shoes and saw the silhouette of a group of people...no, Bloodies, stumbling in their general direction. She gasped a bit when she noticed how many there actually were. Sam shoved Harper into the opposite direction of the Bloodies while whispering,"go go go" hastily.
"I guess we aren't going back to your apartment" Harper commented as they ran down the street and turned a corner.
"No fuckin shit Sherlock" Sam wheezed out with a laugh.
They slid into the closest shop without looking at what it sold, only caring about the fact that the windows weren't busted as hell. Harper pulled Sam behind a shelf and stared in silence while the Bloodies stumbled off and dispersed. It was only then that she saw what kind of store it was and she realized why no one had looted the shit out of it. The store was filled with nothing but baby supplies and shitty plastic toys.
Harper crept across the floor, over to the counter. She peeked behind it to find a scared employee curled on the ground. The employee hugged her knees and mumbled to herself.
"Harper! Get down" Sam called out in a whisper shout.
Harper lay on her belly and tried to get a good look at the source of danger.