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Character Portrait: Allison Hartford
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Run!

Her mind screamed it over and over again. It forced her legs to work and propel her forward. It forced her lungs to heave like a set of bellows leaving them burning with exertion. It forced her not to look back, not to look over her shoulder at the place that had been her home.

The noises, the screams and gunshots were sickening. The shots were few and far between but the screams were plentiful. There was no time to help and there was nothing she could do but run.

Allison ran into the trees, into the darkness. She didn’t have a flashlight. She was lucky to get out at all. Her eyes were on the path ahead as she watched for trees, bushes or anything that might get in her way.

Run!

It wasn’t something she was good at. She had been trying over the last little bit to improve her cardiovascular ability and her speed. Running, sprinting these had never been things she had been good at even as a child. She wasn’t the slowest but she was certainly never one of the fastest. As an intern on the floor it didn’t seem to matter. She could last a double shift no problem fueled by far too much coffee. There was no need to be the speediest when you were doing rounds. Sure occasionally there was the need to get to a bed fast but even then she had been content to let someone else get there first and she offered the long term help. She could solve the hard problems, diagnosis the difficult case and keep her head in the biggest emergencies. Allison had never needed to run.

Now her very survival relied on it.

Her legs burned. Her chest stung with each breath.

Something contacted her leg and she fell hard to the ground. Allison felt the impact of the earth and her body, jarring her to her bones. Instinct kicked in and she scrambled to her feet. No time to assess damage now.

Run! Keep running!

And she did. Allison ran until her legs gave out and she collapsed to her knees. She ran until the screams of the others were far behind and could no longer be heard.

It was dark. The only sound was her gasping breath. On her knees, hands in the dirt, Allison struggled to catch her breath. Each inhale was like daggers in her chest. She lifted her head, looking around through watery eyes.

Nothing. Nothing but trees. No sound of anything. She was sure that any and all of the undead in the area were tearing apart those she had lived with.

Allison let the sobs come. Fingers dug into the dirt as she cried. She was terrified and she had just lost the only place that was even remotely safe and the people who she had come to rely on.

Her sobs continued for a time and didn’t help her slow her breathing at all. Eventually the bawling turned into gagging and eventually it slowed.

She wasn’t sure how long she had been down there on her knees in the dirt but Allison looked up suddenly nervous. It had been drilled into her not to stay in one place in the open for too long.

Stumbling she got to her feet once more.

Hands dirty, arms wrapped around herself Allison began walking. She began to go over the events that led to her fleeing.

Inventory. Like every night she was doing an inventory before bed. She had refilled her supplies, her first aid backpack equipped for just about any emergency.

She had laid down, was looking through a book. Her eyes had grown droopy. Had she fallen asleep?

She wasn’t sure but she was startled by the alarm. She had jumped out of bed, grabbed the backpack and opened the door.

The sight made her gasped. The alarm had been too late. The place had been breached and they were overrun.

It had taken everything in her not to slam the door and hide.

It was too much though. Everywhere she looked people were falling, being torn apart. Everyone it seemed.

She did the only thing she could think of. She pulled the backpack on and ran, not looking back.


The trees gave way to a road. Leery, Allison paused just inside the treeline and looked around. Seeing and hearing nothing she stepped out and onto the deserted road. Where it went she had no idea but she had nothing and no one but at least on an open road she had more space to see what was coming.

Allison was tired. Extremely tired but resting wasn’t an option. Not yet.