Snippet #2531784

Beverly walked swiftly and silently down the nearly abandoned city street. At this time, Beverly was in Boston. She flew in a couple months ago to visit her father & brother. Her flight back obviously was probably not ever going to happen now considering the fact there had been an enormous outbreak of a newly found deadly virus with no cure. The street was almost completely silent except for the few sounds of moaning and groaning coming from a couple of the undead figures walking around. Luckily, it wasn't very hard to avoid them.

Beverly threw her last cigarette on the road and stomped on it. It wasn't really the time for her to be lighting up smokes but she couldn't help herself. Being alone in this kind of time and place was putting a lot of stress on Beverly. She's luckily to have even survived this long. Beverly recently lost her only companion, her brother, to a hoard of the undead. After that she really hadn't given a shit about what happens next. Beverly was mostly lost in thought half time or busy fighting for her life.

Upon her walk, Beverly spotted an extremely large hoard of "zombies" over by an ambulance. It seemed as if they were violently ripping apart the body of a once alive human being. The thought absolutely sickened her. How was she supposed the avoid this? This was nothing like what she'd dealt with before. Before it was just a couple of them that she easily took out her the small pocket knife she would carry for emergencies. Beverly had a small pistol on her but barely had any rounds. Plus, the sound of the gunshot would likely just attract more and end up in her dying.

Looks like she'd half to take a risk. Beverly made her way closer the hoard and none of them had even looked up from their 4 course meal yet. This was a good sign. It meant she just might have a chance of crossing the blob safely and unseen. At this point she was only about a couple of feet away from the zombies and had no choice but to turn into the sketchiest alley way Beverly had seen here in Boston. Making her way into the alleyway, Beverly was clumsy enough to trip over a small pile of garbage which made a quite large amount of noise, and of course, it most definitely caught the undead's attention.

Before she knew, Beverly was running for her life. At the end of the alleyway was nothing but more of those vile zombies. She was lucky enough to find an open manhole that led down to the main sewers. Faster than Beverly could ever imagine she climbed down into the dark smelly sewers and continued running. Who knows if those things could make their way down here without breaking?!

The farther down the sewers she got she realized that she had no idea where the hell she was going. Beverly eventually started to get tired and slowed down to a simple jog. It had been 10 minutes and at this point Beverly didn't know whether she just wanted to give up or keep going just to fail in the end. Suddenly, the shadows of at least 4 or 5 figures came into vision. Although it was almost impossible to tell if they were human or not.

The figures had obviously heard Beverly's muffled footsteps because they turned around with alert faces and even weapons drawn. Well at least she knew they were human. Beverly raised both hands to signal she was not going to hurt anymore. The people gave her dirty and suspicious looks but said no words.

"I'm not going to hurt anyone, I swear. I'm just trying to run from the hoard up above. I guess I'll be going now...I'm sorry." Beverly whispered with nervousness clearly in her shaky voice. She turned around and started to head back the way she came hoping something good would finally happen.