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[indent]Her mother warned her to not drink one of her energy drinks until she absolutely needed one. Usually, around night time when they had unexpected visitors and she was rudely shaken awake by frantic humans — because let's be real, Eden Carter could [i]sleep[/i]. Only if circumstances allowed it (if only). For about six months, though? Nah. Sleep was not a thing. Sleep was for the dead, literally! Every day on Zombieland meant another day of hyping yourself up to survive and stay awake, to find some silver lining at the end of this forever pestilence ridden age. Eden's silver lining? The little things. Like her now empty can that gave her a Redline energy boost. A can her mom could use for storage or a lantern or something, but something she was using to play with, like a hacky sack. 

They had come to a stop and rather than bother all these people she barely knew, she juggled the can with her feet, legs, and knees. There were only a handful of people she'd go out of her way to [i]try[/i] and communicate with. That of an old historian (he actually knew ASL, so that was dope), a little girl that was the daughter of the 'big man' (he who was named after a Scooby Do character), and the other being a farmer family of three. She had yet to find a reason to click with the others and right now she wasn't in the [i]mood[/i] to achieve her month goal, which was to make a new friend. Maybe she'd just make the dog her friend and check that off her list...

The usefulness of her opinions and thoughts weren't useful at all when there were all these adults, all with their own ideals of how they'd deal with 'circumstances'. A giant melting pot of people that wanted to live as long as they can. Nothing new. Some thinking they knew better than others, some not thinking at all. They've grown in size, which had yet led to a disaster. That was good! Right? 

Eden chose not to assume the worst when the worst had yet to happen. Things could always get bad and more bad. Death was everywhere! 
[indent][list][*] In the sky: those vultures making her feel like '[i]somebody's watching me[/i]'. No one got privacy. Ever. 
[*] In the water: please, why else were they running low? People died in those rivers, duh. 
[*] In each other: Yeah, there was probably someone in this group that would use her as a meat shield if they could. Trust was earned and as far as she was concerned, it was her and mama versus hell itself.[/list][/indent]And yet here they all were, still alive. Who would've thought they'd last this long? The world may never know! 

Too bad they weren't cats, then they'd have nine lives, but if they were, they'd be the perfect species for experimentation. Eden's theory to this epidemic is a science experiment that went wrong, like damn Resident Evil. Why else did it spread so fast? Because it was God plaguing them with his hate and rage? Ha. Hilarious. 

Even if she had a good idea, she was seen as a liability and too young to have something worth saying. That deaf girl, amiright? So. She'd be exactly the way they expected her to be, a kid. Ignorance was truly bliss. She will say if they didn't find shelter by nightfall, they'd join the walking dead, by being zombified because of sleep deprivation. Unless most of the adults were like her mom who had a futile tussle of conflicting thoughts that kept her up, which honestly could be the case, since some of these people undoubtedly had PTSD after D-day. The day that changed it all. Happy death day! 

Her mom seemed to somewhat like Freddie Jones and his gang, so if her mom trusted they'd find a resting zone by nightfall, she would too. Eden didn't mind the exercise but the only people she noticed that had caffeine, on their person, was her and her mom, and they were running low. Or, she was. Oh well! In this moment, none of that mattered. She was fired up, trying to keep the can up for as long as possible, behind the adults being adults. Where was her mom anyways? Probably lurking near everyone, trying to find out what's going on in brooding silence. Her mom was good at going unnoticed. Quiet, like a ninja, but with a crossbow instead of knifes like KT carried.  

She, on the other hand? 

Eden caught the can with her hand, threw it high in the air, and when it came back down, she kicked it with reckless abandon, accidentally darting it to the hulk's head [sub][@BeastofDestiny][/sub]. Ah, man. Her mom was going to get pissed. 
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