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[indent][hr][indent]For a place once filled with laughter and joy, the boardwalk had been eerily silent throughout the morning. No screeching birds nor the moans of a walking corpse dared break the silence that befell the beachside properties. Were it any other day, Hazuki would've been unerved by the deafening quiet in the streets a few floors down from the apartments the group she was with had sheltered in. But now, she simply just appreciated the breather; to not hear the groans of the dead eager to rip her apart. 

Hazuki leaned against a balcony railing, watching the sun rise from the eastern coast beyond the boardwalk—something she rarely was able to do these days. A part of her yearned for a hot cup of coffee, but it seemed such a luxury had become hard to come by in the apocalypse. A shame, she thought. It would've added the perfect touch to her rare peaceful morning. Perhaps there was still some in the nearby hotel lobbies, or maybe somewhere in the businesses or offices they had yet to check for supplies. Staying energized when the dead are trying their damnedest to eat you was important, after all.

[i]BANG! BANG BANG![/i]

Seemingly on queue, however, the calm stillness suddenly broke, shattering her carefree sunrise dreams and shocking Hazuki back into real life. The thunderous sound of gunfire erupted throughout the beachside streets, only to be quickly followed by shouting and pained screams for help. Someone had foolishly riled up the dead from their slumber, and by the sound of it, was paying the price for their actions.

[color=#3FBFD9]"Please, stop..."[/color] 

Hazuki mumbled, begging the dead to stop their murderous rampage as she slid down against the balcony wall. She knew full well that her prayers would fall on the deaf ears of the dead, yet even then Hazuki yearned to not be a witness to another person being cannibalized by the undead. 

[color=#3FBFD9]"Just stop..."[/color][/indent][/indent]