As Carlee walked through what used to be the West Loop of Chicago, she couldn't help but imagine what it used to look like. Thousands of people walking thorugh here every hour, the same amount of cars each minute. Now it was all reduced to waste, and it reeked of chemicals, blood, and corpses. Every sound she heard made her jump with fright. Every gust of wind brought another onslaught of stench that she wanted to forget. The dead lay on the ground, inside windows, on doorsteps, everywhere except where they were meant to be...in the ground. 

She was alone in this city and it was only a matter of time before she died. Before she was found and attacked or worse...starved to death by a lack of resources. Carlee gripped her machete tightly in her left hand as she heard a thump from behind her. She spun around and waited, silently, all she heard was the wind and papers being blown across the city streets. Relaxing only a bit, Carlee thought survival. She needed to find people. Preferably a group of uninfected people. She needed food, and if they didn't give her any, she would steal it and leave. She had to find high ground, a better means of defending herself, and a place to sleep. She was exausted and it was growing more unignorable with every step she took.

Hours passed and she hadent run into any living thing...healthy or infected for that matter, She was begenning to think she was the only one out here and it was a thought that depressed her even more. She stopped for a moment to look around and noticed her hands were starting to shake a bit. She was soon going to get to a point where the roaring of her stomach was going to alert the attention of those monsters she was trying so hard to stay away from. Carlee looked at the sky, it was light but the sky was darkening and she knew she had to find a place to stay really quick, but there was no one here to help her. 

[i]I cant do this on my own...[/i] she thought to herself before she sat down against a tree and sighed. She felt tears sting her eyes and she dropped her machete onto the grass next to her. She had not given up just yet, but she was damn close to calling it quits. She didn't know what to do anymore....

She was lost.