[center]Denise folded up her sleeve as she looked up at the sun. Her baseball in hand as her other weapons were cooped up inside her small backpack. She tightly gripped on her backpack as she squinted her eyes. She was looking straight ahead, noticing more creatures coming ahead. Denise sighed as she dashed into an alley and crouched down. Delighted to see no more of those idiots chasing her. She rested her eyes as she leaned her head back. She closed her eyes only to hear moans from the undead. Just then, a scream echoed through the streets. [b]"Ah!"[/b] Denise muffled, looking startled. She sighed, clutching her chest tightly. Denise looked up. She imagined her beautiful mother's golden hair slowly slipping off of her shoulder. The glint of her blue, round eyes as she wrinkled her nose. Her slender fingers, gingerly reaching out for Denise while her eyes smiled ever so softly. Denise smiled back and slowly came to the realization that her mother's expression soon changed into an agonized one. Tears slowly rolled off of her checks. No. I'm sorry mother.. Denise shook her head and looked away. She didn't want to see her own mother crying; once was enough. Carefully, Denise turned her head back, facing the ceiling once again. Her mother wasn't there anymore. Denise covered her face, suddenly wondering when was the last time that she prayed.[/center]