[@Drakeonis]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GuUVONbrl_w

For Liz, there was never such a horrible day to quit smoking, mostly because she never would, even if the world was going to end in a cannibalistic orgy of death and depravity of the likes never seen.

Society was collapsing all around her, yet here she was on the roof of the school leaning back in a chair and staring up at the sky.  Precariously hanging from her lip was a crumpled up cigarette, her third since she got up this morning to make sure everything was in ship shape, locked up tighter than a crab's asshole.  The last thing she needed was to wake up to some rotting flesh bucket drooling over her and about to sink their putrid teeth into her face.

It was a particular beautiful morning, well, about the only thing beautiful with how this day was beginning.  The sun was just cresting over the far horizon, bathing everything in a soothing warmth counteracting the bitter chill of the frosty Colorado mountain air and painting the skies that were once a dark, ashen gray with vibrant hues and shades of oranges and pinks.  Up here on this roof....it felt as though the cold, cruel reality below never existed in the first place, but the groaning and growling of zombies clawing at the metal fence brought that illusion crashing down rather quick.

[color=6ecff6]"Eh, smoke till your lungs are black.  That's what I say."[/color]  Liz shrugged her shoulders putting both arms behind her heads with an exhale of thin white smoke into the misty air.  The world was ending, right?  Why not have a final joy in life?

Her attention was shortly grabbed by another noise she came to expect in the morning, that of the clopping hooves and shrill neighing of Harley's horse as she raced him around the nearby football field a couple of times, her unmistakable Texas drawl ringing out in the dead silence with a [i]"Giddy up!"[/i] or [i]"C'mon boy!"[/i].  [color=6ecff6]"Well well...looks like Calamity Jane's at it again."[/color]

Soon after, Liz heard the horse trotting closer to the building.  She glanced down seeing the cowgirl, wearing that stupid hat of hers and waving to her and Moses with a big grin stretching across her face.  [color=a187be]"Howdy y'all!"[/color]  Harley called ever so gleeful.  God, how could she be so uppity?  [color=a187be]"Nice mornin', ain't it?"[/color]  She said smiling all the more, but her expression soured shortly upon seeing the three shambling corpses rattling the chainlink and barbed wire.  [color=a187be]"Well aside from that."[/color]  Dryly Harley quipped.  By this point, the cowgirl was used to seeing rotting flesh and gore aplenty.  It still didn't stop her from feeling sick to her stomach.  So much for breakfast.  Almost bitterly she sighed tapping her boot against the horse's side and goading him forward.  [color=a187be]"C'mon Riley.  Let's get you back to your pin."[/color]  The horse trotted along, a gruff snort as he shook his mighty head.

Liz finished off her cigarette standing up and snuffing it out under her foot, stretching and yawning rather audible and scratching the back of her head as she ambled over to Moses.  [color=6ecff6]"Well Mosey, I don't know about you man, but I'm ready to kill some fucking zombies today."[/color]