Joined: 12 Jun 2013
Ami's stomach growled as she walked abandoned streets of the burnt out
city. By this time, the meats, vegetables, and dairy products were all expired and the
only other solution was canned or high fructose corn syrup foods. At the beginning it was
a dream, eating Twizzlers and canned artichoke hearts but over time she just left like a
home cooked meal. Fixing the loose m60 machine gun on her shoulder, he made her way down
the lonely streets. It's been over four months since she's seen a human being not infected
by the virus and it would be a surprise if she did. After spending almost a hour just
wondering the streets, she finally saw a grocery store with blacked out neon letters. Just
gitty with excitement, she dash threw the doors and made her way down the isles.
She kept her ears open, and eyes widen just in case they were near. Opening her
bag, she stuffed it with different selections of canned foods and lukewarm juice boxes.
Ripping open the plastic covering, she took out a small meal for herself. Sitting right
there in the store, she looked at the can with a frown. I don't even have a can opener,
but there must be on in here somewhere. Getting up, she picked up her m60 and walked
down the isle closest to her. A noise struck her ears, a slight moan, grunting and soon to
fall after, the smell of rotting flesh. She froze, and ducked down to see a few of them
coming into the store. Turning around, she grabbed her bag and slipped it on her other
shoulder, then looked over her shoulder to see if any of them notices her move.
They didn't but their noses were sniffing like bloodhounds, knowing she was in there. She
laid low, scooter her body near the corner of the store and looked for a place to hide.
There was enough room for her to slip into a small cabinet, and give her time to think of
her next move. Once she was in, the only defense she had was her ears. Listening to the
creeks the zombies would make. She kept still and opened the cabinet's sliding door just a
bit to see what was going on. They were sniffing the stop she was just at, giving her a
chance to run the opposite way and out the front. Knowing that was her plan, she was ready
to dash until she noticed something. A can opener hung unopened, only four feet away from
the starving pack. She had a choice to make, grab it and have a chance to get caught or
Ami was desperate, and made her her decision right then and there. Hoping out of the
cabinet, she ran to the opener and tried pulling it off the hook. It got stuck on the
stupid hanger, and made the most reaching noise of plastic against metal. They looked, she
froze, they pounced. One grabbed a hold of her foot, attempting to bite her ankle causing
her to fall to the ground. She panicked and ripped the can opener off the hook and hit it
against their head, squirming out of it's grasp in time to not get bite. Her gun was to
far ranged to use so she got up before the rest had any way with her. They pounced, she
ran, and made it out of the store. That wasn't the end of it, they followed close behind
her signalling to other zombies she was near.
I will go back and correct anything grammar wrong.. I just wanted to get my first post in