Melinda took out a cigarette and lit it, she checked her injured chest, those freaking zombies had bit her, and she being a survivor of the apocalypse knew she only had a few days before the infection would spread to other parts of her body, and she would become one of them. she inhaled the last of her cigarette and pressed it against the bite, she flinched, it was more painful then she had imagined. Suicide, was maybe the best option, but she didn't want to give up, she wanted to fight, maybe volunteer to find a cure, let scientist test cures on her body. but being in the middle of nowhere with no government facilities anywhere to be seen, this option seemed near impossible, forget it, she thinks puling her blue, checked jacket around her again. Grabbing her bag of guns, she walks down the street, and glances down at her dusty, used cowboy boots, it was time to find civilization. |