It's been aproxamently a week since that broadcast first aired, and Devan remembered it. It made her upset. Everytime the group finds a place that actually has a working TV, the only thing that airs is static or the broadcast. It was slightly humorous in a dark way though from the fact that it was being broadcasted while everyone was most likely trying to hide, not sit down and watch the news. But, at least it was something that made the kids not feel so alone in the world.
Devan looked down at herself. They had just fought off another horde of zombies, and she was covered in blood and brains. That's the only thing she hated, blood and brains. She was wearing her "Zombie Fighting Offet", as it's officially been named, which was a skinny black tank top with a skin tight net-like long sleeve shirt over it and a too-large-for-her grey tee shirt over that along with black skinny jeans (becuase skinny jeans were all she could carry), her black combat boots and her black fingerless gloves. She was obviously a fan of darker colors these days...mostly becuase blood stains from the zombies wouldn't be as noticably.
Looking at her faveorite weapon, a black and purple heavy metal bat that she looted from a shopping mall they checked out, and noticeing there was still blood and brains all over it, she whiped it on the ground and the side of a jackedup car, her nose wrinkled slightly as she got the gunk off. They were heading out of the city, and yet it was already deadly quiet. They hadn't seen anyone but eachother and a bunch of zombies since the group got together. And it's been empty and quiet.
Undoutfully, Devan was the loudest out of the group and probably brought the zombies out more than everyone realized, but they knew the drill by now. When they're going in somewhere, they send Devan in first. Not becuase they want her gone, but becuase she's the loudest yet the greastest at finding the bastards and yelling where they are. She's also one of the loudest when killing a zombie, only coming in behind Alicia and Jace use guns, but Devan will actually sit there and have a one-ended conversation with the bastards. Once, when she was left to watch the younger kids, a stray zombie came up. He wasn't that fast becuase the fact that his leg was broken, but her still went after them. Devan stood there and talked to him about his life choices before he came so close to her he could touch her, then Devan, after warning the kids, smacked him outside the head with a pipe. It was like smashing a rotting pumpkin. Bits of brain and blood flew everywhere.
Now, yet again, the group was covered in blood, not counting the younger kids. The streets coming out of the city were blood stained with rotting bodies laying around from people who were killed and didn't come back. Cars were crashed into buildings and street poles. It smelled. It smelled like rotting dead bodies. Devan looked down an ally to see a pile of old dead rotting people. Their clouthes were tore and they were bloody messes. All of there heads were smashed open so they would stay dead. It was a horrific sight, so much so that Devan pushed Jasmine and Avalon along slightly so they wouldn't catch a great glimpse of it.
As soon as they passed though, Devan hurried slightly in front of the group and saw something that made her eyes widen and a smile inch it's way onto her face. A bar. There was a bar. And luckily it was right next to a grocery store that they could clearly see through the windows still had quite a lot of food still.
"Hey, guys. How 'bout we go over to that store and get some food. And while ya'll do that, I'll take..." She paused a minute and looked at everyone. Her eyes landed on Alicia and a smirk instantly spread across her face. Personally, she liked the girl. Now, Devan's not so much a smoker and more of a drinker, but she still found the girl pretty chilled. Plus, she's like a hippie! And Devan always had a place in her heart for hippies. "Moon. I'll take Moon and we'll go get some alcoholic beverages from that bar over there." She said as she spun around and headed to the bar, not really waiting for anyone to respond as she was too focused on her alcohol. At least she hadn't broken the first rule of Z. A. Never go into a building alone, always have a buddy to watch your back.