Before, my life had dull days of being icilated in my room. Reading or watching t.v. Now, my life is all that I fight for. Being chased by monsters down the streets, clothes covered in blood, fighting for survival. My opinion? mm, not too bad.
Megan is a fifteen year old tomboy caught up in the mess of the infestation. With having to scope around the building just to make sure you won't be snatched or carried off and having to keep a rifle in your hands while you take a piss, definantly made her dull life exciting. Before the infestation, Megan lived a quiet, calm life, a bedroom to escape to to just chill and being able to do what she wanted. Her parents didn't have a problem with it because anything that Megan wanted to do didn't involve spray painting the side of a building or going off with friends and claim they're going to the library but sneak off to a club. Megan prefered to read, sketch or get on the computer. Something creative and peaceful. Now, in this new life, everything is the oppisote. Her parents are dead and she now stays in an abandoned jail house for shelter, because the xenos could easily bust down the door and kill whatever they get they're claws on. Which, was demonstrated the night Megan's parents were murdered. For food, she has to run down the street with a freaking rifle in her hands covered in bloody, dirty clothes to enter in a vacant Wal-Mart and snatch up whatever hasn't gone bad or eaten. Sometimes, when she enters an empty, dark building and has to unleash some bullets from her rifle at oncoming aliens, she feels like she's in a freaking video game.
A rifle and a pocket knife.
(I'm not good with guns, but if it helps at all, the rifle I'm thinking of is black)
Well, like it was said, Megan's life was normal and dull, now it has turned into a bloody video game.