[center][h2][color=green]Kate[/color][/h2]
[sub][@Burning Kitty][/sub][/center]
Kate flinched and jumped up, confused for a moment about where she was. Dim artificial light was a familiar sight, which told her she was in her lab. A sharp pain in her neck on the other hand revealed that she had fallen asleep at her desk. Again. Tilting her head slowly to the sides, she tried to put all those pesky little parts of human neck back into their original position. Several loud cracks and even more curse words later she could finally move her head around without feeling like it is going to break off.

She slowly wobbled outside right into her little garden, feeling at least 80 years old, and a reluctant smile appeared on her lips. No matter how angry or cranky or sad she was, this place always made her feel better. It was a tiny piece of normal world, a place where you can forget the fact that there are actual zombies out there who want to eat you or that the deodorants are nearly extinct species. Many people thought she was crazy because even after full day of hard work in the fields, especially the first few months, where the group fought for survival, she always found a few moments to go and plant flowers or rose bushes or other nice things around the base and take care of them. But Kate believed that once the imminent threat of death is gone, people need more than just food and water and weapons. There needed to be something pretty in the world, something that made you smile even during your worst moments.

The sudden sound of bell ringing, while feeling like a hammer pounding on her nerves, quickly made her forgot about roses or her sore neck. The adrenaline rushed through her veins, making her heart beat faster. She ran over to the center of the compound and listened to Carson’s speech. [i]‘Now that is really motivational. If zombs start eating your friend alive, just use his screaming as a distraction to take out as many as you can. And I thought I was cynical today,’[/i] she thought with a smirk. Being ironic was her way to fight the fear. Over the past few years she had learned how to fight but it doesn’t mean she wasn’t scared to death with the idea of fighting a horde of flesh-eating nightmares.

When he finished talking and turned to leave, she ran over to him. [color=green][b]“Carson, wait, I need to talk to you. I overheard from the others that we have two days till the horde gets here. That is not enough time. If we are forced to retreat behind the walls, the entire crop will be trampled and destroyed,”[/b][/color] she frowned imagining the dozens of rotting bodies moving over the fields. [color=green][b]“With my current workforce I estimated we will need at least two weeks to harvest everything. I need more people if we want to save at least the potatoes, corn and the vegetable garden.”[/b][/color]