She Isn’t Afraid
It started slightly over twenty-four hours ago, and within that short time frame, the world had descended to the absolute pits. There would be time to ask questions later. Puzzling and important ones, like: “What had happened?”, or “Can we fix this?”, or even, “Who the hell fucked it all up?!”
But not now. Not right now. Right now, the strange and deformed creatures that were once human beings were advancing on her from all sides. They weren’t intelligent but they were many. Something had turned them into monsters, more beast than man, they seemed to function as a mob, a hive mentality. She measured the distance between herself and the exit, and drew a deep breath.
Before they coalesced into action, there was still time. Once they engaged, it would be too late. But she… she wasn’t afraid.
She gripped the bent pipe she had found a few hours earlier, and her eyes were clear and alert.
She would make it.
She would make it home.
