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Rosie hadn't looked around her area quite often. Although she didn't take very many walks outside of her old apartment complex, she knew where everything was. She was always studying the map of her city, for if she was told to go pick something up for her mom, she would go. But because of the just recent zombie plague, that image of the map became rather useful to her.

She made her way through countless hordes, but only barely escaping several of them. Having slain so many, including her own family, Rosie needed to find another safe place. Of all the places that were considered safe, the prison, where her late older brother frequently visited, was the safest place. 'I have to go there. It's the only safe place left...'

Rosie held tightly onto her iron bat, and clutched the machete that was strapped onto her belt. She looked around the crowdless boulevard and listened to the moans of the mindless zombies that wandered around. 'So gross...' She slipped into a nearby alley and continued walking towards the direction of the prison. 'Why can't I be safe anymore...'