Unknown Home, Outside Northern Aura
1620 Hours, 1.31.2017
Nimona slammed the door shut to the suburban home, just barely shutting out a pair of rotten corpses that now pounded angrily on the door behind her. She took a moment to let her heart slow down, to catch her breath, to let her legs stop burning.
She clutched her machete close, wiping the blade down with the side of some stranger’s armchair. Pictures of someone else’s family adorned the mantle and walls around the cold fireplace. Her backpack was lighter than she liked, only a few cans of food left from her raids on the surrounding homes. Her pistol only held five more rounds, not even enough to clear out most houses. She pulled out the gun and examined it, the scratched and battered “Civet” branding etched into the side, and the scorched barrel leading into the dark firing chamber below. She stuffed the gun back into her holster, only to wrench it back out immediately upon hearing a shuffle upstairs.
Footsteps; but not like a walker, like a human. How long had it been since she’d seen someone else? Her wife was safe outside the exclusion zone. But she knew the conference had left more than a few leaders stuck in the city, which had been marred and overtaken by the virus in a matter of days. The steps grew closer, and she leveled the red dot sight at the landing on the stairs ahead of her. Moments later, she was into a pair of shaken eyes not unlike hers. She stood resolute, and spoke to the apparent resident.
“F-Friend, or foe?”