[2 Hours ago]
Cat was walking through the courtyard of the safe Zone, as it was called, as she thought back about how she'd gotten here. She'd spent so much time running hiding and wondering when it would all be over that when she found this outpost in the middle of the Nevada desert. She couldn't help but feel like She had received a blessing from god or who ever was watching over her fucked up life now. The place had a working purifier which they used to purify rain water into drinking water. They had solar power wind power hell even hydro power fueling the purifier. They had a little farm inside the outpost that grew what ever they needed, mostly potatoes. It was a paradise in hell. She stopped in the middle of the courtyard to look around at the makeshift shacks serving as homes. The walls that had been brought up from steel car parts and anything they could scrounge it was nice. They had made such a life here it was hard to think of going back out into the wastes. Hell she'd even fallen in love. She smiled softly as she looked up to the sky watching birds fly overhead. But as she watched. More and more birds flew overhead, until she finally realized they weren't flying they were running from something. But before she could say anything to anyone or do anything There was a loud crunching noise from the eastern wall.
And then, a loud roar filled the air. A Gene 4 had lead a horde of type 2 and 3 walkers to there outpost by following the birds. Cat stared in horror at the wall as it grew further and further indented before screaming out "Robert! Run!" Cat made a b-line for the makeshift garage they had and began loading up the school bus one of the survivors had drove in on. It was reinforced with steel plating and had fence wiring wrapped around every window with razor wire lining the top to help stop the dead from climbing ontop of it. And ontop of that it had a large railroad piece welded to the front adding a nice ram to the front for running through small obstacles and the dead. She quickly began to load as much diesel fuel as she could into the back of it as well as some other rations. She and a few other survivors had made a plan to meet at the bus if anything ever happened and now was that time . . .
Cat sat in the driver seat driving down the long dirt road of the desert as she tried to keep her eyes open. She was tired and the sun was beginning to go down. She could still here the sounds of the dead and the rest of the survivors as they were torn to shreds and eaten alive. When they tried to escape the tank (AKA Gene 4) had tried to chase them down but they had lost it about an hour ago. She still drove though trying to keep from freaking out. She didn't say anything as the sound of the motor and the ground rolling under the tires echoed in the bus. They had 6 jery cans of diesel each only holding 6 gallons of gas and the bus had a 25 gallon tank. They would have to get gas sooner or later to refill what they used otherwise they'd have to abandon it sooner or later. And that was he last thing she wanted. Finally to break the silence and said "H-hey. How is everyone d-doing? Anyone h-hurt?"