|Sgt. Aaron Kent (sarge_aaronkent) wrote in immune_ic,|
@ 2013-03-04 18:46:00
|Entry tags:||# 2013  february, aaron, charlie h.|
WHO Charlie Harper and Aaron Kent.
WHAT Charlie gets in over her head and brings home another stray.
WHEN Backdated to mid morning 2/27.
WHERE Fabric store in Ossining and Sing Sing.
It was dangerous to even think about leaving the safety of the prison walls. It wasn’t as if people thought little fairies were going to bring in supplies but they just couldn’t think of themselves going out to get what everyone needed. There weren’t that many people that were willing to venture out more than once in a blue moon. Even less with family to care if they returned or not. Although there would always be friends that did. It was the family that made it harder each time those fences opened.
Unfortunately it wasn’t enough for Charlie to put her days of looting behind her. It didn’t matter if she found herself helping in the infirmary or even if she was given a more time consuming job. It was more than just looking for items. It was looking for a bit of the world left behind by this Outbreak.
She stepped out of the prison with two other men. They were mostly going along to help her bring things back if they were to find anything useful as well as be back up with the infected dogs around.
Sneaking carefully through the city she didn’t look back to see if the two men were far behind. If she had taken up the rear she would be making sure to keep up. She expected nothing less from the two people the volunteered to go along with her this time. She was just about to turn a corner when she heard an all too familiar sound and quite a few of them. She didn’t have time to check the store they were at, she just had to get off the streets. She motioned for the guys to hide as well as she went in through a broke store window. They were too separated for them all to end up in the same spot. She found herself hoping that the two of them stuck together at least. It would be easier for them to get their asses back to the prison.
She quietly and carefully started to move away from the window. Her heart was pounding so loud that she thought that it would attract the walkers passing in front of the store. She kept moving her gaze back to the window. She could only see a handful of them slowly moving across the window to the other side of the street. It wasn’t as many as she thought there would be. It would be make it easy for her to get around them they were far enough.
Staying as quiet as she could she started looking around the store. She spotted some denim sheets of fabric at the end of one of the aisles. She took another careful look around before walking down the the store aisle. She was about half way down when she heard the front door bell jiggle. Then the loud groaning of the undead as they came running towards her.
She ran down the aisle, grabbing the rolled up sheet of denim and into the small closet it was in front of. She didn’t have time to get the door completely shut before the group of undead started pushing against.
The door, broken off it’s hinges was stuck in a slanted position. She was curled up in a ball under the door as the zombie hands tried to get to her. She didn’t even think about dying. She thought of Zach, Maddie, DJ, and Remy never knowing what happened to her.