The chill in the air was accented by what seemed like dissatisfying groans from the undead that ambled the street in front of the townhouse. Aurora watched from the second story window, the small opening in the bathroom gave her view of the disarray that was the street below. Charred, flipped cars lined the street accented by burned out townhouses as a background. These places had been a prime targets for Raiders and fallen out military because of the valuables and larger food supplies. More than a few times she had to hide with baited breath in the attic, until she sealed up the first floor door and broke out the stairs to the second story. That solved problems for a time but many of the undead from the center of the city had been spilling into her streets lately. Too many to quietly pick off and retrieve her arrows back. It was becoming a worry for her, she didn’t like the feel of it especially with winter setting in. She needed to get out of the city, but she needed local help. Or a working GPS.

There were too many of them on the streets today, if she were going to get any birds from her roof traps up the road she would have to take the roof tops. This was not something that she didn’t want to do in the chill either, it could be dangerous when her fingertips got cold. Damn anemia. 

Checking her food stocks she dug into a can of salmon, it was one of the last jars of her fresh caught fish. Aurora wondered how people back home in Alaska were faring against the onslaught. She imagined that the -40 would definitely slow down the monsters, it would be easier up there hiding away in the wilderness much less population to be turned.

Climbing into the layers of blankets of the near by bed she contemplated leaving the relative comfort of her hiding place and heading into the unforgiving waste that was the sprawling city. [color=gold]“Too many risks, but I can’t sit tight forever. I wish I had been in Argentina, or home.” [/color]Pulling the blankets tightly against herself Aurora drifted off into a light sleep.