romamaro
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Even though it was late October and Autumn was starting to rear it’s head, the sun didn't seem to want to stop shining on the growing city of Lionsdale, Florida. It’s warm enough for girls to wear shorts and for boys to take their shirts off. At least, normally it would be, had an entire school of teenagers not been infected by a strange virus, named the 'Ulladie' virus, just one month ago.
The streets are emptier than usual, only a few business men bustling around on their way to work. People are very careful not to get into crowds nowadays. Don’t want to get sick. Most of the business people look to be Disease Agents, by the look of their dark blue suits and their thin, practical gas masks. So many of them in one place could only mean bad things.
Of course, no one who was infected would be in the city to see this. That was a death sentence; Disease Agents noticed every little thing. Any infected person with half a brain would be on the outskirts of town. The deeper areas of the forest were the safest.
There are quite a few Infects infects in this forest, easily over fifty. Something is about to bring a select few of them together…
Malone rubbed two fingers over the inside of her elbow, wincing. She’d learned in the past few weeks that for as long as she reaped the benefits of her sickness, she’d surely face the downsides. Such as the aching arm she’d been dealing with for the past week, just because she carried a particularly heavy shopping bag like it was no big deal. It was starting to ease up now, but she needed to be careful. She didn’t want to spend another week lounging around, thinking about Sam.
She shifted how she was sitting, back against a huge tree with her legs stretched out in front of her. She was a two hour walk away from the city, but she wasn’t going to need food for another little while. Plus, that walk could easily be turned into a half-hour run, if she was in good enough shape. She pulled the backpack that she’d bought closer to her so that she knew it was nearby and dug into her pocket for a cigarette.
There was no need to leave where she was, and her arm was still hurting. If she really needed to move, she could do it under the cover of night. She pulled out a cigarette from one of the two packets she had, and lit it with her new lighter. She took a long drag and blew it all out through her mouth, savouring the rough taste. She coughed into her elbow, hitting against her chest with the heel of her hand. She was using a cheaper brand of cigarettes to what she would usually use, but she could still get a good hit off of them.
She took another drag. ‘I wonder if I can still do that party trick,’ she wondered. Smiling to herself, she hit against her neck as she breathed out, creating little rings into the air. She smirked with full, yellowing teeth. “Nice.” She mumbled, honestly proud of herself. She reached out and swatted a hand through one of the smoke rings, watching it disappear into the air. She spent the next few minutes replicating the trick, chuckling quietly to herself. In that moment, she could forget that she was sick, and that if anyone knew she was, she may well just end up dead.
The streets are emptier than usual, only a few business men bustling around on their way to work. People are very careful not to get into crowds nowadays. Don’t want to get sick. Most of the business people look to be Disease Agents, by the look of their dark blue suits and their thin, practical gas masks. So many of them in one place could only mean bad things.
Of course, no one who was infected would be in the city to see this. That was a death sentence; Disease Agents noticed every little thing. Any infected person with half a brain would be on the outskirts of town. The deeper areas of the forest were the safest.
There are quite a few Infects infects in this forest, easily over fifty. Something is about to bring a select few of them together…
Malone rubbed two fingers over the inside of her elbow, wincing. She’d learned in the past few weeks that for as long as she reaped the benefits of her sickness, she’d surely face the downsides. Such as the aching arm she’d been dealing with for the past week, just because she carried a particularly heavy shopping bag like it was no big deal. It was starting to ease up now, but she needed to be careful. She didn’t want to spend another week lounging around, thinking about Sam.
She shifted how she was sitting, back against a huge tree with her legs stretched out in front of her. She was a two hour walk away from the city, but she wasn’t going to need food for another little while. Plus, that walk could easily be turned into a half-hour run, if she was in good enough shape. She pulled the backpack that she’d bought closer to her so that she knew it was nearby and dug into her pocket for a cigarette.
There was no need to leave where she was, and her arm was still hurting. If she really needed to move, she could do it under the cover of night. She pulled out a cigarette from one of the two packets she had, and lit it with her new lighter. She took a long drag and blew it all out through her mouth, savouring the rough taste. She coughed into her elbow, hitting against her chest with the heel of her hand. She was using a cheaper brand of cigarettes to what she would usually use, but she could still get a good hit off of them.
She took another drag. ‘I wonder if I can still do that party trick,’ she wondered. Smiling to herself, she hit against her neck as she breathed out, creating little rings into the air. She smirked with full, yellowing teeth. “Nice.” She mumbled, honestly proud of herself. She reached out and swatted a hand through one of the smoke rings, watching it disappear into the air. She spent the next few minutes replicating the trick, chuckling quietly to herself. In that moment, she could forget that she was sick, and that if anyone knew she was, she may well just end up dead.
