The Haze » Places

         What a way to go out... She thought as she sat there on the couch, flipping through the page of a novel she had read at least twenty times before. Isabella just sipped her bottle of water that she had been for the past few days. The tv was useless, the lights maybe on for another day or two max and all the while no phones were on either. She felt the impending doom of it all. She heard the gunshots for a few days as people began to panic and worry. Not to mention the Haze killing everyone off by the millions. With a heavy sigh, she set the book down and checked over her supplies and checked it all off her list of completed things to do. Clothes: Check, Food: Check, Water: Check Shotgun loaded: Check, Spare Shells: Check...everything seemed to be in order. She nodded to herself and sheathed her tactical knife into her holster and brought her shotgun up the stairs with her as she headed for her bedroom.

The Master bedroom was nothing grand but it had a single window that she had covered with a blanket. Downstairs had been the same, the front door boarded from the inside and only leaving a door that would be blocked to only let it open partially. A trick her father taught her. She moved the blanket to look down into the street, nothing moving as far as she could tell. She then heard something...kicking coming from the next door house. Poor S.O.B...someone found him. Wait...no he was coming out and towards her house "Shit.." She said as she went down to the door and looked through the peephole to see him coming right for her home "Damn man...common sense" She said as she went for a window to the side of the door and opened it partially, bringing her bandana over her mouth "Hey...back door. Stay low and quiet. Last thing I need is to get shot at" She said and shut the window, heading for the back door and stood at it. When he arrived, she would open it and let him in.