Chapter 8 – Liz
It was just like any other day, waking up, getting ready, quickly eating something and moving on. As always Liz had a lot of responsibility even though she would've rather not. The tasks she had were easy, atleast for herself since she was quick and stealthy in whatever she did, if she ever really tried that is. Everything they'd done in the past few months has become routine and you could say that they're a close-knitted team by now. Sadly the weather hasn't been cooperating for weeks and Liz, bothered by the piles of snow, would be hard to convince to do what she has to do. No one could sneak into the city and come back without a scratch as quick as Liz, but god help, trying to get her to actually do the job felt like a marathon for others.
If she was honest with herself she had to admit that it was getting tiresome to live in these gross barracks in the middle of nowhere. Everyone kept bugging her about it, they would say it wasn't safe in any of the city nearby houses nor any other closed buildings. Too hard to escape? Ha, they're just too slow to keep up that's all. The bad weather and her gruntiness were getting the better of her and she was really trying to forget the sandwiches with mayo she had to eat because there was just no other food around. Sometimes she thought if crying wouldn't be the easier way around everything but not now, not in the future and probably not ever. As the oldest in the group Liz felt like it was the best decision to act atleast a tiny bit more serious now that everything is turning into a shithole. Besides she wasn't really traveling with the most responsible people either which made it even harder to contain herself from time to time.
After everything that she'd done in the past she thought not anyone nor anything could match up with her if it's about experience, but zombies? Really, what the fuck. Still, maybe this is all a dream? It may have never happened or maybe, just maybe, she was tripping the hardest she ever has. Every option she thought of in her head just sounded more and more ridiculous, at this point all of it kinda seemed ridiculous to her. The wounds were still fresh and getting over the loss of so many friends and loved ones was the hardest task she had, but she wasn't alone. Her companions were stuck in the same boat, it was close to a miracle that they'd found eachother so early on.
Nevertheless she got attached to them soon enough. Comfort wasn't their forte neither was being emotional. But they were there. There were so many situations in which they would've been done for if it was just for themselves but not together, they were a strong union and Liz was certainly a keypoint, one of the biggest, if not the biggest. To all of their luck Liz loved food more than laying around doing nothing. It was unbelievably hard to do nothing nowadays, that's what she came to realize without her house full of people that would constantly come in and out. Now the only thing left was a lot of silence... and sometimes snoring. That crazy snoring. How do I even sleep with it?
There was no one there now that intensely roleplayed Dungeons & Dragons with her, there was no one there to roleplay anything with her. She felt a little chestache everytime she remembered all of this. Why can't my memory be horrible for all of these things too, damn. Her thoughtprocess was interupted by barking. A smile crept on her face immediately when she saw the beautiful dog she was lucky to keep. Not even lucky, rather capable of keeping him. Not in a million she'd thought someone could ever seperate them, she'd fight a horde of orks if it would save him. The brunette petted Atlas with much care and excitement and her forced thoughts disappeared along with her boredom.
This was merely a distraction of what was yet to come, she didn't know it yet but once again a day would draw close that would change her life. In all these days of running away and surviving all of them started developing a feeling of safeness, which was absolutely wrong for them to do so but they couldn't help it. Their senses enhanced and especially Liz's physical ability rose more than any others. Everyone had their own special ability that they could use to survive but without Liz they would've certainly starved to death by now and not to mention the many ways Liz knew of to get around the zombies instead of confronting them.
She would still smoke, of course, and she would probably never stop being a sucker for weed because that was just how she was and everyone that knew her, knew exactly that she's not going to give up any of it. Somehow her new friends still forced her into reducing the quantity of her intakes, which Liz thought to be impossible at some point. Still, it was an accomplishment that she could be proud of and not just her. Whenever Liz did anything well for herself or others she would feel joy because even beyond the curtains of the horribly unserious, lazy, cocky, and forgetful person with a one of a kind humor (that could be considered pretty terrible by some), she would always stay a nice person and try to avoid letting her friends down if they are really in need.
And with all that Elizabeth finally got off her butt to head out into the coldness of the harsh winter that overcame them quite suddenly. Honestly I don't wanna do this right now. She let out a sigh and stroked atlas one last time. She prepared one of her mischievous traps and installed it carefully into her backpack along with some smoke bombs just in case.
All set Liz already set foot outside when she heard footsteps accompanying her own. Apparently the reason for it was that the snow might cause some trouble and that going together would be safer, since they both knew Liz was horrible at handling snow. They were still trying to forget the car incident of the last snow. No one talked about that, ever. And evertyime Liz would just think about humming that horrible song her lovely friend would whack her over the head with anything nearby.
''Are you coming or do I have to send you an extra invitation Liz?'', one of her friends laughed. Those were one of the last words Liz had heard from her and with exactly that sentence they embarked on a tour they would never return from, atleast not like they used to.
to be continued
A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIZ, I hope I got you in character if not I'm sorry but I tried. Have a great day!