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WHO WILL SAVE ME FROM ALL I'M UP AGAINST IN THIS WORLD? ･✧
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[align=center][size=9pt]KALANI M.
WHO WILL SAVE ME FROM ALL I'M UP AGAINST IN THIS WORLD? ･✧
The night had been long and sleepless, but as the sun makes its way up and into the morning sky, the guttural, throaty groans of the undead start to fade further and further into the distance. Kalani’s hair has come out of the ponytail she had had it in to keep it out of her face, now loose and matted and tucked behind her ears. Her dark circles must be intense, after having spent all night waiting for the zombies to pass by, and her palms are streaked with blood due to her digging her nails into them every time she thought they would be caught. Her backpack is uncomfortable on her back, and she can feel the butt swiss army knife she had been given by her mother jutting into her back. She’s smart enough to know that while she hears shuffling outside, there’s no way in hell she’s going to move around and make her location known.
Even thinking about the last twelve hours is still stressing her out. The whole group of thirty or so people checking out the abandoned house, about to check it for medical supplies and any canned food left over by the previous inhabitants. The herd of zombies, seemingly appearing out of thin air, as she and Angel had offered to go in first, separating them from the rest of the group. She can still feel the adrenaline pumping through her body as she remembers how she had to grab Angel’s arm, scared his trained instincts would try to fight the entire herd on his own, the pair of them squeezing themselves under the house’s old-style wooden porch, and praying that the undead were too stupid to actually search for them. The underside of the porch is damp and smells like rotting wood, and Kalani can feel her arm pressed up against Angel’s with the little room between the hole they had squeezed in through and the supporting wooden pole that bars the boy from shuffling in any further.
The pair of them have been silent since they crawled under the porch, trying to keep their panting to a minimum, and it’s not until an hour and a half after she stops hearing the zombies’ low growls and shuffling footsteps that she nudges Angel in the side. “I’m gonna go out, I’ll tell you if the coast is clear,” she whispers, scooting over and removing the plank of loose wood they had uncovered to get in and squeezing out of the hole. Angel is probably the better fighter of the two of them, but she has to get out first anyways in order for him to get out, and she’ll be damned if he dies on her watch. She has a knife drawn as she quickly gets to her feet, and after making a quick search of the perimeter, she kicks at the part of the porch where Angel is sitting under, probably cramped and annoyed. “Come out, we’re good,” she says.
The rest of the group’s absence is a little eerie, but Kalani isn’t surprised, considering the zombies had driven them back, the last she had seen. They had all been travelling to a new area, so they won’t be where they had been last, and Kalani starts to freak out a little as she realizes she has no idea how to get back to them. She’s never been separated from rhe rest of the group for this long now, and a whole night is a long time; they could all be anywhere by now. “Fuck,” she hisses theough her teeth, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “I really don’t know where they are. Like, at all.”
She doesn’t know whether she’s saying it to herself or to Angel, but if she’s honest, she’ll be lucky if she gets even a three-word response from the boy. She’s never gotten the chance to know him too well, and neither has anyone else in the group. She’s almost finding herself envying the Kalani of four hours ago, who wouldn’t be allowed to talk to him if she wanted to in fear of being heard. Now, she’s struggling to find words to say. She just looks at Angel, sighing. Whoever he is and wherever he came from, he’s a part of the group. Her group. ”Okay, well, I guess it’s you and me right now. On an adventure to find the rest of our little band of outcasts,” she jokes, smiling lightly, her voice a little strained and coarse from not having used it since the previous day. She’s about ninety-five percent sure that Angel won’t even crack a smile, but the joke had slipped out of her mouth before she had even remembered who she was speaking to.
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Even thinking about the last twelve hours is still stressing her out. The whole group of thirty or so people checking out the abandoned house, about to check it for medical supplies and any canned food left over by the previous inhabitants. The herd of zombies, seemingly appearing out of thin air, as she and Angel had offered to go in first, separating them from the rest of the group. She can still feel the adrenaline pumping through her body as she remembers how she had to grab Angel’s arm, scared his trained instincts would try to fight the entire herd on his own, the pair of them squeezing themselves under the house’s old-style wooden porch, and praying that the undead were too stupid to actually search for them. The underside of the porch is damp and smells like rotting wood, and Kalani can feel her arm pressed up against Angel’s with the little room between the hole they had squeezed in through and the supporting wooden pole that bars the boy from shuffling in any further.
The pair of them have been silent since they crawled under the porch, trying to keep their panting to a minimum, and it’s not until an hour and a half after she stops hearing the zombies’ low growls and shuffling footsteps that she nudges Angel in the side. “I’m gonna go out, I’ll tell you if the coast is clear,” she whispers, scooting over and removing the plank of loose wood they had uncovered to get in and squeezing out of the hole. Angel is probably the better fighter of the two of them, but she has to get out first anyways in order for him to get out, and she’ll be damned if he dies on her watch. She has a knife drawn as she quickly gets to her feet, and after making a quick search of the perimeter, she kicks at the part of the porch where Angel is sitting under, probably cramped and annoyed. “Come out, we’re good,” she says.
The rest of the group’s absence is a little eerie, but Kalani isn’t surprised, considering the zombies had driven them back, the last she had seen. They had all been travelling to a new area, so they won’t be where they had been last, and Kalani starts to freak out a little as she realizes she has no idea how to get back to them. She’s never been separated from rhe rest of the group for this long now, and a whole night is a long time; they could all be anywhere by now. “Fuck,” she hisses theough her teeth, running a hand through her hair in frustration. “I really don’t know where they are. Like, at all.”
She doesn’t know whether she’s saying it to herself or to Angel, but if she’s honest, she’ll be lucky if she gets even a three-word response from the boy. She’s never gotten the chance to know him too well, and neither has anyone else in the group. She’s almost finding herself envying the Kalani of four hours ago, who wouldn’t be allowed to talk to him if she wanted to in fear of being heard. Now, she’s struggling to find words to say. She just looks at Angel, sighing. Whoever he is and wherever he came from, he’s a part of the group. Her group. ”Okay, well, I guess it’s you and me right now. On an adventure to find the rest of our little band of outcasts,” she jokes, smiling lightly, her voice a little strained and coarse from not having used it since the previous day. She’s about ninety-five percent sure that Angel won’t even crack a smile, but the joke had slipped out of her mouth before she had even remembered who she was speaking to.
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my interior world needs to sanitize
my interior world needs to sanitize