AU: Zombies! RUN! WHO: Hunter and Casper WHEN: The apocalypse, somewhere near the end WHERE: fucking CANADA, where else? WHAT: What remains of a group of survivors flee to the Territories with hopeful visions of a mythic safezone. WARNING: Zombies, murder, insanity, violence, language, the whole buffet.
Probably the last thing people wanted to see when they walked through this part of Alberta was an enormous drawing of a rotting pig but Casper drew it anyway. It was her own way of coming to terms with what had happened with the world. She carried a selection of stubby chalksticks and mark-leaving rocks in her bag and would spend much of what should have been her resting time sketching out her grisly designs. Each night it was a different place, and some nights she was simply too exhausted to lift her fingers, but after three years of running she was certain that she’d at least left a creative dent in what was left of the planet.
There had to be people left on the continent--that was one of those things she wouldn't allow herself to question, she simply needed to believe it in order to carry on--and at least one of them had to have seen one of her drawings and known that it was made after the world died; that much was enough for Casper.
Her group was down to three people now: herself, CJ and Hunter. The kid had died a few months back of a damn ear infection, imagine that. Fifteen years old and he’d made it through the first few waves of the zombie apocalypse only to bite it because of bad hygiene; that had been a kick in the ass for the rest of them. Casper had started washing herself more regularly, CJ became obsessed with the idea that they were the only ones left and Hunter... well, Hunter did whatever the fuck Hunter wanted to do and Casper tried not to think about it too much.
On this particular night they were staying in an abandoned auto-repair shop outside of Calgary. They’d picked it because it had a finished loft area and the wooden staircase leading up to it was rather easy to deconstruct. They wouldn’t be getting any unexpected guests. After all the routine sweeps and precautions were made, they’d set up camp and Casper had been working on her decomposing Babe ever since.
CJ and Hunter were arguing about something on the other side of the loft and their voices were becoming increasingly frantic. She wiped the chalk dust on her pants and finally stood up to see what was going on. CJ’s behaviour had gotten more and more erratic in the weeks since they’d lost Gideon and she worried that he might do something to attract attention to them.