Morning as usual; or so he believed. I was extremely rare to see the morning sun beyond the greenish grey smoke clouds in the sky. Blade sat up from his sofa mound of scattered blanket sheets and pillows. He looked over to his sister who he insisted to sleep in the bed. She looked so peaceful. It was nice to know that at least in her dreams she could live the happy life she wanted. After a long deep breath, he stood up and began to prepare himself for the day.
After washing up and getting dressed, he began to prepare a small breakfast. Everyone underground had food rationed every week and what they were given had to last them that week exactly. If they ran out, unfortunately, more couldn't be provided from The Walkers. However, the remaining survivors were quite friendly and were not against sharing among others. It's nice to know spirits could be so lifted and greed couldn't consume their lives. Blade always secretly gave his sister a large portion of his food. He would prefer if she ate properly and if he had to skip a meal or two, it's for the best. After placing the place of breakfast on the table for her, he grabbed a small snack and took his bag of supplies.
Today would be as usual. The team would gather near the entrance of the underground civilization, discuss their tasks and depart until the signal to return would be given in a few hours. Depending on what group was doing what, the task was often split between three squadrons. Most of the time the task of riding the undead was given to the strongest team, followed by the job of scavenging any supplies and food to the most observant and the search for survivors to the team that was lacking the previous day.
He placed the cigarette into his mouth letting out a small sigh. Since he couldn't just go out and buy them, he often made one last an entire day. It took a lot of control to do that but he would surly keep an eye out for any smokes along the way. Blade approached the iron gates. The groans could be heard above and each time he heard that, it gave him chills. He placed down his bag looking over everything. Inside everyone's pack was a gas mask if a cloud were to pass by, water, small snacks, flare guns for the signal to leave, communicator, matches, compass, map of the city and small containers if they were to find fresh water that wasn't bottled.
He lit his cigarette and sat down on a large stone as he waited for the team to assemble.