[h3]Olive Valintina[/h3]
[hr][hr][h3]Day 307 (Present days.)
11:29 a.m.
2nd floor above the back entrance, The Army Base, Pennsylvania[/h3][hr][hr]

Olive cast her gaze over the harsh green of the pine forest. They had no need to flee from the decaying teeth of the enemy. In fact for them and other plants, the apocalypse was probably some sort of holiday retreat, complete with the end of pollution and deforestation. She hated them for continued as they were before, turning out oxygen, and keeping  poor humans like herself trapped in skin that would not give way to the harsh natures of reality. 

Birds were much better, she thought as they erupted from the trees, at least they helpful. They signaled the approach of the damned, and a fight that would put them to rest. 

Almost happy for something to do Olive raced back down to her small room to fetch her binoculars, or rather celesta's, but Olive used them more. The room was cramped with several bunks, each telling of someones life. Olives was the one with the heavy faded quilt and stacks of notebooks piled underneath. The one next to an always well made, tidy bed with nothing underneath. Without another thought of Celesta Olive hurried back to the second floor window where she could watch the whole ordeal in relative safety and resumed watching the approach. One day it would be her Mom and Dad to have frightened the birds. They'd come out of that same woods and into the field. Maybe not Margret, Olive figured but her dad for sure. Tom would make it. He'd be alive, tired and hungry, but alive. He would hurry see the base and tears would spring to his eyes. He'd run to the door and come in and ask for her, and only her. He beg the first human he came across, "were's Olly, were's my baby she must be here i'v checked every where". Then they'd be a family again. He'd ruffle her hair and ask her how college is, and she'd tell him she just needed a little more time to finish her studies. Even with death outside the door he'd still ask about school. When he got there, everything would be alright again. 

But for now the small group of armored and armed had set off on foot, for painfully obvious reasons. There was a small girl running towards them as fast as her small legs could carry her, fleeing from the monsters no doubt Olive added to herself. She was waving her hands as she went, yelling probably. One of the larger guy had enough brains even to alert the fellow troops of the on coming danger, not the girl the monsters that would be coming from behind. Another of the troops, a twig who didn't want to be out there in the first place, seemed to be trying to escort her back while the others set out into the woods to finish off the trailing creatures. They disappeared into the woods.

Olive strained her eyes trying to see through the traitorous branches and foliage. To see the patrol, that she just as easily could have been in. Surely they were fighting, bludgeoning the skulls of the demons outside the safe house. Beating them into submission for the gods or God or for their own personal safety. Olive paid no mind to the little girl, she was old news, just another accessory to the camps interior. Outside was were the real world rest, not in the palm of people any more, but in the deepest pits of hell.