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Aly cocked her gun, dropping her hand to her side. "Hmmmm…" She said, scanning the streets around her. It was night, and only a few light posts lit the street. She heard a muffled spitting noise, slowly becoming aware of what would come. She raised her gun, and crouched her knees. As the zombie came hurling out, she shot it, right in the forehead. It dropped dead.

"Damn bitches..Think they can get to me.." Aly mumbled. "Not so easy doing this alone." She walked casually, pulling up the back of her converse shoe. She hated being around here alone. It was hard. She fixed the knife into her shoe for easy access if a zombie were to get too close to her. She knew she had to keep her supplies on the low; she couldn't carry much in the black leather bag she had. She fixed the black beanie around her eyes, stepping into a puddle, but not minding. She wondered if she was the only one out here.

"Hello?" Aly called out. Her accent was british. She was 14 years old; too young to do this alone. "Is anybody here?" She shouted. She was scared, and getting worse by the minute. She wanted someone to roam with; even better, a team. But being the 14 year old she was, she was timid.

She knew something was behind her. She whirled around, gun in between both hands, and shot the zombie dead. She spun back around and began on her way. "Errrrrg." She grunted.