[b]Ayla - Road - Alone[/b]

Ayla sat there silently as the shuffling noise got louder and louder. From the back room two little girls came out, both walkers. Dried blood around their wrists. In the distance, Ayla heard gunshots and screams. All of these things together combined into a horrific flashback of that day. Ayla wished she didn’t remember. A little girl named Amy was bit, and Ayla gave her a bandaid. When she started getting feverish Ayla gave her medicine, called her parents, and let her sleep in a quiet room. She let one of Amy’s friend inside to keep her company. When Ayla hears the screaming, that’s when it was already too late.

And just like that Ayla dropped the metal nut in her sling. The small ping caused the walkers to look at her and Ayla snapped back to reality. They went right to her and Ayla slashes through the face of one of the walkers with her machete. The other she kicked right in the face, her boots protecting her from the little zombie’s teeth. Killing these two walkers were easy on account of them being children. Physically easy, but emotionally exhausting.

The bike shop was a bust. Ayla knew she wasn’t going to find anything here so she simply picked up a length of bike chain and left. She could at least try and use the chain as a weapon, maybe wrap it around a pipe or bat to give it extra weight. But now she needed to keep moving. Maybe if she’s lucky she’ll find survivors, but considering the screaming earlier, maybe survivors were the last thing Ayla should find.