Her body jolted back as she saw the boy raise his weapon, before he had lowered it and said hello. Amber’s red hair blew slightly as her eyes gazed over him, as if wondering if stopping before them was the right thing to do. After what seemed like five minutes of nothing, Amber finally took in a deep breath, letting it release from her lips as she raised her hand as well. “Hello.” Her voice was raspy and it was hard for even her to believe that it was her voice.
Amber’s hand slowly lowered, almost distrusting, before it lied straight out. “I’m Amber.” Her face hadn’t changed- still remaining as an almost curious, still face. “It’s nice to see that there are more than one or two survivors here. It seemed like I was the last one…” She gave a slight chuckle before allowing her hand to fall to her side. Amber grazed her curious eyes over the trio- she realized that as she had gotten closer, she discovered more about them.
Her hopes on water soon faded away; from the looks of it, it seemed that these people didn’t even have a drop of liquid on them- great. Amber could feel her hand tighten around her broken in half pitchfork before giving a slight, small, and timid smile. “I just came back from there…” She thought it would be a good idea to inform them about the figure she saw and the resources she didn’t. “It’s dried clean. The most life I saw was a dead body with a bunch of rats feasting on it- also,” She started her next sentence, but paused for a slight second, as if she was being troubled by saying- and in all actuality, she wasn’t really.
Her eyes beamed towards the young girl and then to the young boy who seemed to be standing next to them before back to the boy who seemed her age, “There was a figure limping north from here.” A heavy sigh came from her lips. “It seemed injured- I don’t think it will last long.” It was odd, it was as if she already knew that it was dead; she hadn’t felt bad about just leaving it alone and not checking it out. Was she that use to death? Amber lightly shuttered at the idea at her becoming a heartless bitch, but how else was a person to survive out here?
It was leaving the dead/injured, or become the dead; she learned that on the farm back at home. She began to quickly think and reminisce of the world that used to be- where it wasn’t actual dog-eat-dog world, and all you had to do was get a good education and job, once that was done, you were pretty much set for life in society. Now, you had to do more; if you wanted to survive, you had to fight- and leave. At this moment, there was no doubt in her mind that Amber would probably leave the people in front of her if it benefited her more.
Her eyes skidded upwards towards the trio once more, thinking about their survival rate before she decided to speak again, “I think we should head south-east, towards Pennsylvania where the forests are rich with min-“ She stopped herself. Here she was, already assuming that they were going to travel together. “Oh, sorry, I just assumed something I shouldn’t…” Her hand shot towards her forehead- she was so dehydrated, that it was very hard for her to think correctly. “Would you like to travel together?” Even though Amber’s voice seemed annoyed, it was a bit desperate.
It would certainly be nice to have someone travel with, but to be honest, she needed a map. Her last map was shredded to pieces when she ran out of toilet paper- wasn’t a smart move, nor a comfortable one; she had to act fast though, or she wouldn’t be here at the moment. The map was the only thing near her at the moment and she was surrounded by what she thought was two or three zombies- it was such a blur now, that she didn’t even remember how she escaped.