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(Nah man, it's all good.)
(United, I was only referring to the fact that sleeping a barn was rather stupid, because a) there are no animals and if there were they would be dead or malnourished. Or b) Because since it reeked there was most likely shit and the barn hasn't been cleaned. So you don't have to seem rude by capitalizing sleeping in hay)
Donna never slept that night, sleeping wasn't her top priority, though she did take small naps throughout the night, eventually waking up to stare out of the window for any sign of activity.
She sifted through her duffle bag for food, finding a bag of stale crackers and a water bottle that was surprisingly full and unopened.
Donna never slept that night, sleeping wasn't her top priority, though she did take small naps throughout the night, eventually waking up to stare out of the window for any sign of activity.
She sifted through her duffle bag for food, finding a bag of stale crackers and a water bottle that was surprisingly full and unopened.
"I suppose. We're all young, for a survival group." Donna sighed, "Get some rest, a lot of things have been happening today, and I'm pretty tomorrow won't be so pretty either." She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, tipping it on its back legs.
"Ginger?" Donna repeated that name several times to remember it before moving on with the conversation, she couldn't help but chuckle at his words, "So you let him lead a group around like a blind man? He almost got you guys killed by lingering around an expensive mansion, it has no worth anymore, currency and trade is long gone. But I guess the more people in this group, the more he can sacrifice to keep breathing another day."
"Donna, Donna Fitspatrick." She glanced over her shoulder to give Ginger a small inspection; the average male, nothing special, though surprisingly well-mannered for someone in a group like this.
"They all act like infants, your friends, no offense. Who's your illegitimate leader? The man who decided to sleep neck deep in cow feces, or you perhaps?" Donna turned her chair around and crossed her legs, she stared intently at Ginger, "Oh yeah, since I claimed a spot in your little group, I guess I should know your name."
"They all act like infants, your friends, no offense. Who's your illegitimate leader? The man who decided to sleep neck deep in cow feces, or you perhaps?" Donna turned her chair around and crossed her legs, she stared intently at Ginger, "Oh yeah, since I claimed a spot in your little group, I guess I should know your name."
"I'd prefer to sleep in houses." Donna sighed and drew her hand back. What the hell was this boy thinking? It was a barn, and the only protection it held was the putrid smell from the feces and dead animal carcasses. "Anywho, I'd like to join your little toddler parade, if it's alright with you. And if any of you have cigarettes, I'd love that too."
She hopped over a small wooden fence to get to the house right beside the barn. The door, of course was nonchalantly kicked open. Surprisingly enough, the bodies inside the house were far too decomposed and rotten to reanimate. Donna scouted the house, until she finally sat down in a chari, beside an opened window at the top level of the home. She kicked her feet up onto the windowsill and rested her crossbow on her lap.
She hopped over a small wooden fence to get to the house right beside the barn. The door, of course was nonchalantly kicked open. Surprisingly enough, the bodies inside the house were far too decomposed and rotten to reanimate. Donna scouted the house, until she finally sat down in a chari, beside an opened window at the top level of the home. She kicked her feet up onto the windowsill and rested her crossbow on her lap.
The bike slowly began to die, it was only a matter of time for the gas to finally run out, but at least it was able to help Donna travel away from the city. She pulled to the side and got off, slinging her bag over her shoulder, she kicked the bike over - not out of frustration, just because -.
Donna raised her thumb, signaling towards the van, she needed to ride with them.
Donna raised her thumb, signaling towards the van, she needed to ride with them.
Donna looked over her shoulder and noticed the van following down the same path, they weren't as stupid as she suspected. She turned her attention back to the farm houses; they looked able, Donna could rat out the undead from the houses and spend the night there, it was possible for them to be permanent home, but with a horde traveling near, it wasn't so safe.
She sighed and began wishing for a cigarette as she drove onward.
She sighed and began wishing for a cigarette as she drove onward.
Cleanse me lord of this white skin
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