Snippet #1753212

Heavy eyes had fallen shut yet slumber never deep enough to let such a fragile mind fall into dreams of forgetfulness. There would be no waking up with no memory of what had happened, to have thought all was a dream, no, not tonight. Paranoia was at its highest measure and fear was no longer an option. In her sleep she now thought of attack strategies rather than her parents, she thought of over looked weapons rather than work.
Fence board – toilet seat – computer screen – chain saw..Ooooh A chain saw!.

With her last trailing thought she heard a light chime far off in the distance, a bell, just a single tot – followed by a long sounding creak of wood and sticky metal. See Leeanna had strung string lines and alarmed them with small Christmas bells to make her aware of intruders – this letting her know that the door had been opened. Right about now she wasn’t willing to stick around and see if her company had been living for the only time or living for the second time, she had enough in the hotel anyway – cabin fever eating away at her - talking to herself mentally becoming too common.

Still burning eyelids snapped wide open and if the attic hadn’t been dark you would have seen those deep chocolate eyes, the ones with a small hint of a reddened honey. Heavy combat boots slid along the floor, dust and grim being pulled with them. Her lithe frame slowly shifted weight to the right, rolling to her stomach, placing her hands flat on the ground beside her breasts, push up slowly – slower – lighter – wait, how the fuck do you push up lighter?

As the living or undead moved through the building the string and bells became thicker and thicker the closer it got the attic stair well, with another bell sounding Leeanna began moving just a little bit quicker. Lifting cans she had stolen from the hotel restaurant and attempting to fit as many in her work satchel as possible. Five, only five god damn cans and a bottle of water?!

Fact is food could be found somewhere else – her tools couldn’t. Worst case scenario, Cannibalism, not like the new population will judge me.

Slowly Leeanna unlatched a small switch lock of cardboard and a half screwed in screw – desperate times call for desperate measures, she used what she had when building her small fortress. Carefully pushing upwards a flap of the roof – ply wood and shingles – it lifted to expose the sunlight of a slight crisp morning.

Shoving her bag out the flap and onto the roof her body quickly followed, and the flap was placed back silently.

A deep breath of air filled her lungs, eyes closing and long dirty waving locks of auburn hair had been quickly twisted into a messy knot on the very top of her head. The rays of sun beat down on her porcelain flesh – not that you could tell what tone her skin was – dirt, blood, and zombie decay was smeared over nearly all of her body and attire – truth is she reeked to what would be alive – but to the dead her life wasn’t as potent. Not like a thanksgiving turkey dinner for the taking – so to speak.

Long and loud moans and groans of the zombies filled the surrounding area, yet today it didn’t seem to break the peace that the morning light had brought. Coming out of her slouching position Leeanna bear crawled to the center of the roof, where she would be unseen by the lurking directly below her. With a hand held up to shield her eyes she began to scan the area, looking for an escape route or another living below.

"Where the fuck do I find a Chain saw" mumbled under her breath