Snippet #1754780

Day Six.
Location: Her own house, bedroom. First floor. Back left Corner.
Pros: One window, covered by a dark sheet. One door, covered with a large dresser, a small bed, and various other objects to keep it closed.
Cons:Out of food. Can’t move the stuff covering the door. A single baseball back. Synthesia.

Day One.

When the outbreak first happened, Ana had not been at home. She’d been sitting in the car, at walmart, wishing that her parents would allow for her to move out and make her own way in this wide old world- or, at least, in River Glenn. Of course, they’d ended up in multiple fights about it- Ana had no job, Ana was too enthusiastic,, Ana had synthesia and as such, would never be able to handle the bombardment of colors and tastes that people brought her every day. The entire conversation had Ana’s vision flashing with red, her parent’s voices lathering her tongue with their unique blend of mint and chocolate, better than any ice cream that Ana had ever tasted. She did love her parents, but at times like this? She much rather stew in the car, watching everything through that light red haze. It was time’s like this, sitting in the car, being mad at her parents, and wishing that she was normal, that Ana would forever regret…
At that exact moment, while Ana was pouting in the car, her parents shared looks. Worried brown eyes met one another’s, fingers clasped tightly together as they took deep breaths. It had been their decision not to worry their daughter with the news of what had happened. They had started the argument, hoping to keep her in the car so that she wouldn’t be faced with this- the hordes of people shoving one another as they tried to get through the double doors and into the store, so they could stock up on supplies and run, leave town, before it got worse. That was what they were hoping- to take their daughter that they loved, and get out before the shambling corpses that they had distracted their daughter from, stole her (and each other) from them. They didn’t want their family to suffer, to be torn apart and changed… So, with a deep breath, and fingers becoming unlinked, the two forged onwards, elbowing other unsuspecting citizens out of the way, to reach their goal. God wouldn’t let this happen to them, not after what happened to Ana, not after what they had to go through with her, right?

The first scream broke Ana’s concentration on her anger. The girl’s neck twisted to the side, eyes slowly widening in horror, her mouth dropping into an O, and a sickly pale green color flashing along her eyelids, dimming everything that her eyes landed onto. The color slowly darkened as more and more seeped into the nineteen year olds form, and her fingers groped at the buttons on the doors to lock them. Everywhere her eyes landed, a bloodbath.. People tearing at people, skin coming off… Other’s eating others! A low whimper of fear had slipped from the girl, before she slid into the front seat of the car.. Weird, her parents had left the keys in the car. They never did that- not when she was in trouble… A quick shake of the girl’s head had those thoughts slipping from her head, trembling hands turning the key in the ignition and made the car create a horrible screeching noise.

It was already running.

A shiver of fear jolted down the girl’s spine as she shook her head. Another scream doused her tongue in an acidic taste, as if the woman had broken open a glow-stick in her mouth and allowed the foul chemical to coat her tongue. Another shudder, another scream. The green that obscured her vision was slowly getting darker; soon she’d be unable to make out the shapes of the things around her, so much fear that it literally blinded her to everything else. Her parents would understand, wouldn’t they? They must have expected something, with how they left the car running, how they got her so angry she wouldn’t go inside… Tears started to help the green, making her vision scream- until a thing knocked onto the side of the car. A short shriek burst free of Ana’s lips as she shoved her foot onto the gas pedal, sending the car lurching forward and through the empty space in front of them, knocking the creature that had been clinging onto the driver’s window off. The car continued to lurch forward, the girl’s hands gripping at the steering wheel so tightly that her fingers were going white. Suddenly, now that she wasn’t blinded by the earlier anger, she could see these… Shambling things along the road, lurching forward in a mechanical sort of way. A lot of them had blood around their mouths, huge chunks taken out of them –it was horrible. Sickening. Stopping at her house, Ana bolted out of the car, her entire form shuddering. The sounds of the car, the roaring of the engine from her horrible driving, had the shuffling things looking in her direction, hunger gleaming in their gaze. Ana bolted into her house, locking the doors and took a deep breath. They couldn’t get in, right? They couldn’t. She was safe…

Bang.Bang. Bang. BANG.

Jerking backwards in shock, Ana gaped at the wooden door frame as it shuddered at the mass of the creatures as they tried to get into her house. Twisting around, Ana ran upstairs, until she could see the thin, dangling, string that lead to her attic. Quickly the woman jerked on it until it opened, then ran up the stairs, using the same string to close the attic behind her and wait.

DaySix.

It had taken awhile, but she’d escaped her own attic to go into her kitchen and fetch food, into the front closet to fetch a bat, and then into her room to hide. She understood why her parents had made her so angry, finally, and had spent the rest of her days in her room – until this day. She was out of food, or at least, out of food in her room. She only had a single cup of water left, and her entire room stank of urine and feces. Her heart was beating, and her vision was flashing with that slimy green color. She was afraid- but she knew that she had to go find food, or she’d die- and there was no way that she would be able to exit her front door, or to even move the stuff from in front of her bedroom door. It’d make too much noise to shift all that stuff, and then to open it and run through her house… And even then, she’d heard the footsteps again, the low muffled moans that tasted so acidic on her tongue. She couldn’t get out that way.

No, the only option was to go out her window. Carefully, Ana slipped to the sheet that covered her window, peeking out behind the dark material to see if any of the creatures- whatever they were – had not managed to get through the gate and into her backyard. No sign of them, none that she could see, at least, from her slight vantage point. Releasing the fabric, Ana twisted around and examined her bedroom. Did she need anything from it? Dark brown eyes fixated on the backpack she’d gotten at school once. National Guard was on it, a dark color inside the camouflage. It was big, spacious, and comfortable. Another deep breath, should she take clothing? No, it’d fill up too much space. She could deal with changing right before she went out. Blankets- she’d probably need those. Or, at least one of them. Quickly the girl took a small, furred blanket from the corner she’d been curled up in when she slept and folded it, trying to make it as small as possible so that it’d not take up much space. A flashlight, that last little bit of water, a single picture of all three of them- her, her mother, and her father. Nothing else would be needed, not anymore.

After a quick change of her clothing, into a pair of loose jeans that were comfortable and warm, and a long sleeves shirt, and a new pair of running shoes, Ana slowly and carefully shoved the window up wards, so that she could slip out it. First the backpack went out, landing on the short glass with a small noise, and then her bat went, landing right beside the bag before she, too, slipped out of the window. She figured her best bet for some food would be one of the gas stations. They were smaller, easier to check to see if those horrendous things were in them, and they had a large variety of food and drinks, along with smaller hygienic things, like ibuprofen and tooth brushes. Slipping off towards the nearest gas station- a seven eleven, the woman heard a car alarm flaring up in the distance.

It’d be even more dangerous, it seemed. At least she was heading away from the peppery-taste, instead of towards it.