Who. Samantha Ellis & Jonathan Tower What. Finding shelter & more zombies Where. Colorado mountains (outside Denver) When. Monday, March 3rd 2015 Warnings. Well, it's them, soooo. Violence?
They'd been smart. While everyone else had virtually scattered left and right after the virus hit, Samantha and Jonathan had kept their heads. They'd done what they always did best, and they survived. There were some days when Samantha actually missed her teammates, but at the time of the turn, she hadn't been with any of them. Communications had almost immediately gone down, chaos erupting in the streets and society literally dissolving within minutes. From the first news reports of isolated incidents involving brutal cannibalism, the entire world had spiraled into a swift, permanent state of madness. And Samantha? She was just riding the wave.
It had been weeks since they'd seen any people, but they'd seen plenty of the others. The dead ones. The biters. The zombies. It was ridiculous, but this was their lives now, and rather than fight it Samantha had chosen to embrace it. It wasn't so bad. She had a pretty good partner. Together, they'd done more than just survive this new world, they'd fought back. It was who they were, and something as predictable as an apocalypse wasn't enough to change that. Jonathan was the only person Samantha had ever met who understood that about her the way he did.
"Hear that?" Samantha paused in her steps, foot crunching down on half-melted snow where she stood. They'd reached the Colorado mountains a couple days ago, and their hypothesis had proven right. There were less biters up here, something about the cold and the elevation. Or maybe they just didn't like to walk up big hills. They'd encountered a small number here and there, but nothing like the hoards of dead people walking that seemed to plague every other inch of the earth. They'd killed a lot of flesh eaters and covered a lot of ground in the last five months.
She pulled her coat collar tighter around her neck and readjusted the shot gun strapped to her shoulder, glancing back at Jonathan for confirmation. "Quiet. Haven't heard this much quiet in months. Should that make me less paranoid?" It didn't.