WHO: Leti and Brandon WHAT: All the Spanglish in the world can't save you when you're outnumbered WHERE: Surrounding area of Madison Square Garden WHEN: Monday, December 5th RATING: Medium/High for violence and zombies STATUS: In progress
She'd stayed the past few nights in the safehouse at the library. Staying in one place just didn't seem to suit her. Not really. And as it was, that was the place she'd stopped at of late. To be truthful, the library was a favorite of hers. It reminded her of the times when she'd read to Araceli. The little girl had always loved listening to her mother read. Stories of all kinds...from fairytales, to historical fiction to folklore...her daughter had loved it all. Being around all the books almost made it seem like the world was a little more normal. Almost like everything hadn't completely gone to shit. Leti couldn't even count the times she'd settled down with one of her daughter's favorite books to just read them aloud. Maybe it was just to herself, but she could close her eyes and pretend it wasn't. Sometimes, if she concentrated, she could hear Araceli's voice. Leelo otra vez, Mama. Por favor. Read it again, Mama. Please.
She finished reading through a copy of The Twelve Dancing Princesses (or Las Doce Princesas Quieren Bailar), another favorite. As she closed the book, her hand smoothing over the cover, Leti scolded herself. She knew that reading the books would make her happy for a while, but when she did it too much and dredged up all those memories, it was all the easier to depress herself with the thought that her sweet girl wasn't on this earth any longer. She stood with purpose, putting the book on the shelf. "Necesitas dejar. No mas hoy." She ran a hand through her hair, trying to think of something else to do. Anything else.
The answer came as she was wandering around the library. A few of the others there were mentioning going out on a supply run. Perfect. Leti asked if she could come along. A new flashlight would always be helpful. Or even miscellaneous things. But her mind wasn't so much focused on getting supplies as it was on thinking of anything other than Araceli.
The run had started out entirely routine. Leti had her uzi on hand, fresh cartridge loaded. It seemed for quite a while that there wouldn't have been any reason to fire it. But as the group started back for the library, they were attacked from the place they weren't watching. Above. Once second, everything was fine. And the next...Leti watched as three of the others were pounced on from above. The snarling was entirely familiar. It was the sound of anticipation from the goddamn things. Fresh meat. She immediately moved in to help along with a few of the others in the group, but she was cut off from getting too close as another zombie dropped down right in front of her. She had the uzi up and ready to fire before the thing could even lunge for her, and it didn't take a second thought to send those bullets through its head.
It didn't get any simpler. More and more came, other zombies attracted by the prospect of another meal. Her group had gotten effectively separated...and she would have been lying if she'd said she wasn't scared. With one zombie after another after her, it felt like she never stopped firing the gun. "Goddamn motherfuckers...muere! Vete y muere, hijos de putas! You hear me?" Wasn't there an end to this? It sure as hell didn't seem like it.