The blonde girl hoped the concrete beneath the her feet wouldn’t collapse. Yellow and white lines, faint, but still vivid enough to notice, marked the highway. Some going through the middle, others going to the sides for the breakdown lanes.  She didn’t get the point of the lines, nor remembered much about them. All she knew was that they were from twenty years ago,before chaos had broken out. The only evidence of what the lines could of been for was the cars that showed up every now and then, but even that didn’t give much information.  She would use one of these cars, if she knew how to, but she never actually got to learn how to drive them. Sure she has seen it before, but the memories of cars were so long ago it slipped away. All the memories seemed to slip away so easily over time, and the ones she wish would slip away, stayed open, like a wound that would never heal. 

    [Color=red] ‘Does this thing have an end?’ [/color] She wondered. The highway seemed like an endless maze. She’d  been walking for....Who knows how long? She had never kept track of time. It never seemed necessary to her. Time was not a matter of the essence, or even close to one of the most important things she had on her mind. Even though her sense of time was slightly off she still knew that if she didn’t find somewhere to go for a bit she would be dead. She couldn’t die, it wasn’t an option for her.And even if it was, dieing right there and then would be a waste of her life. Her mom died for her, she couldn’t just die for nothing, not after that. 

    She shook her head as the thought came up. The thought was out there, very out there. That was one of the many problems of being alone; she thought way too much. She always had something on her mind, no matter what it was. It had been almost forever since she had actually had physical contact with another human being. She would say there were all dead, but she knew this was far from the truth. Very far. She knew that there were gangs and some survivors out there, but it wasn’t like she could trust any of them. They would only rob her blind, doing her no good. They could also do a lot more than that too. There was no mercy, so who knows what they would do.

    Eyeing up, the girl saw one of the signs that dangled above the road. She would read it, and it would probably give her a clue where she was, but there was one problem. She couldn’t manage to figure out the white word that was written on the green sign. The letters were clear, she could easily tell you that,but when it came to things like pronunciation and understanding it, she didn’t have the slightest clue. Even though this, she assumed that it meant that she was close to a town of some sorts. Besides it, and also slightly behind the sign, Angel realized something she didn’t realize till then. A few feet away layed an exit. She knew from past experiences that this usually lead to a ruined city or town of some sorts. It was just what she needed.A small smile suppressed onto the girl's face. It was slight and hard to recognize.  [Color=red] ‘Finally, I have some luck!’ [/color] She thought to herself as she continued towards the pathway. 

    The girl had made her way down the roadway.  Her stomach growled. She shook her head as she thought, [color=red] ‘Not now.’ to herself.[/color]  Sure it hurt, and she knew she needed food soon, but she didn’t look to it even close to big deal. Even if she did take it as a big deal, she didn’t have any food to give herself.  ‘Its nothing.’ The girl told herself continued walking.
 
    [Color=blue]‘Crack’[/color]  She heard while she was walking. She was about half way there when she heard this noise that had come from the forest besides her. Instinctively she stopped and flipped out her pocket knife, and took a slow step forward. It was questionable whether or not it actually was the right move but she needed to something other than stand there like a lazy bag of potatoes. With that there was another crack and a small squirrel emerged from a bush and crawled up the tree. She threw the pocket knife at the squirrel in hopes to kill it. Instead, her hope was shattered by half an inch. 

    [Color=red] “ God damn it!” [/color] She mumbled to herself quietly. She shook her head as she stepped forward again. She reached upward,standing on her tippie toes. With a backwards thrust of her arm she pulled the knife out of the tree. A flick of her wrist, and the knife was closed and back in her pocket. She eyed upwards at the tree, where a small injury from where the knife hit. She sighed as she shook her head, and continued on the road.    

    A few minutes after this she made it to the town. There were a few buildings that were still intact, and there were others that have already collapsed on itself. There were also a couple that have been touched by flames. [Color=red]  ‘Finally.’[/color] She thought to herself. 

[Color=blue] ‘Boom!’ [/color] A sound rumbled its way through the streets. Angel jumped as she heard the noise. She looked around her quickly, though it was obvious that the noise had come from a distance away. [Color=red] ‘Other survivors, of course, what did she expect?’[/color]  She thought to herself. She knew what she expected, the same thing she expected every time. No one, a ghost town.[color=red]  ‘Just stay away from them.’[/color]  She thought to herself. With this she was decided. She walked too far and too long to leave with nothing. 

She eyed around.[color=red]  ‘Where to start?’[/color]  She wondered to herself. She looked around quickly before spotting a small convenience store. There had to be something there, something very useful, unless it was already raided, then she would be screwed. She shook the thought out of her head. [Color=red] ‘Positive.’ [/color] She thought half scoldingly.

[Quote=Eminem, Lose Yourself] Palms are sweaty. Knees weak arms are heavy’ [/Quote] Is one way to describe how Angel felt. Warm weather, hungriness and exhaustion, are three things that don’t go together. Before angels eyes, the buildings had turned into blurs of colors, mixing into one. She blinked to try and make it better, but instead it seemed to only get worse and worse. Her throut was dry and her stomach felt like a gaping hole of nothingness. Her bones felt  like they couldn’t support her whatsoever. 

[Color=blue] ‘Bam!’[/color]  She collapsed onto the ground with a small thud. Her legs had given out on her completely. She tried to push herself up but her arms also gave way.[color=red]  ‘No not now!’[/color] She thought. She fell face first on the ground. She half rolled over, moaning slightly, before her eyes gave out on her. 
She was out cold.