Snippet #1761523

Kristie Batiste
Day 6
Downtown - The corner of 23rd and Pine

Kristie had forgotten how long it took to creep the few blocks to the 7/11. As much as she tried to coach herself on being calm, she was jittery with excitement and fear. Fear because, any mistake could potentially be her last. Excitement because, well, if everything went right, she might not have to be alone through this.

Kristie finally made it to the back alley entrance after what seemed like an eternity of slinking around behind cars. She sighed to herself. This was the really dangerous part. Anywhere on the street she had enough time to sprint back to her fire escape and to safety. The undead were shit climbers, a fact that Kristie had already used to her advantage on several occasions.

The alley though, it was a death trap if you weren't paying attention. After her first trip to the convenience store had gone without a hitch Kristie had gotten cocky. It had nearly gotten her killed when she'd gone back the second time. Three of the shambling fucks had basically ambushed her (not that they had the mental faculties to ambush someone... She hoped at least). Honestly if they'd had more than a full body between them (one had no mouth to speak of and the other two were both missing limbs) she probably would have been dead. Still, she had learned her lesson.

She waited at the alley entry for a few minutes, back to the wall and eyes scanning constantly. She listened attentively, waiting for the slightest noise to reveal a threat. The area stayed deathly silent.

Kristie stood from her crouch and started slowly walking down the alley. She hefted her cleaver and rolled her shoulders. She wanted to make sure she was loose and ready in case anything popped out at her.

She slowed as she reached the corner. Around it lay the back entrance to the 7/11. It also was a little wide and a really bad place to get surrounded. She snuck a glance around the corner, scanning quickly before ducking her head back. One body on the ground... no signs of movement.

She groped through the side pouch of her backpack for a pencil and hustled out from behind the corner. The body was relatively fresh, it's stomach ripped open with tears and bite marks littering its body. Kristie didn't know how long it would take to rise, or if it even would. She just knew she wasn't going to wait to find out.

She slammed the pencil through its temple and skittered back to the corner. She had made noise, enough to attract anything close by, and now she'd play the waiting game. Minutes slowly ground by but she heard no noise. It seemed like the coast was clear.

She walked from her corner back towards the body. She scanned it quickly, not taking the chance to get near it, and didn't see anything readily useful.

“Hello? Is anyone back here? Jacob? Anyone?”

Kristie went rigid instantly, her first instinct to flee, her second to break down in tears.

"I'm alive and unbitten." She said aloud and waited.