November 3rd, 9:01pm, Abandoned Apartment Complex, Southwest Missouri
After staring at the shrouded body of the passed away policeman for a long time, Valentina decided that it was time to leave. Putting an ear to the front door she locked behind her, she tried to listen for any movements, but could not hear anything. For a minute, and then two, she waited; did not move away from the door. Then she heard it - the sound of something fleshy striking the floor. It was soft, but it was there. She had been through the same thing before. Sometimes, when the biters had nothing left to do, they would just stand around, or collapse on the floor to wait. Thinking back, she thought she could hear one or two of them falling in a heavy heap while she was blacking out time and time again.
The big pistol thing, which Valentina could not remember the name of, gave her confidence in going past the biters, but she herself did not - her knees were buckling, and her arms felt heavy. She was light-headed and dizzy. Yet, there was no other way out. The windows would have meant alot of climbing, even if she was on the ground floor, and she didn't feel up to climbing - she could barely walk and run.
There was no other way out... So Valentina pinched the lock on the door and twisted it slowly, hoping to make as little noise as possible. But it clicked loudly despite her efforts - her hand was clumsy from exhaustion and pain. She could hear something shifting on the other side. Holding onto the door knob, Valentina turned it, and made a crack for herself to peer though. Poking out her only good eye and her new gun, she saw that she was right - they were all over the floor, some leaning against the wall, as if playing possum. From experience, she knew that it woudl be pointless to try to sneak past them.
Throwing the door open with all her might, not that she had much left, Valentina aimed her submachinegun and pulled the trigger, only to find that nothing happened. The closest two were starting to get up. Gasping in terror-filled anxiety, Valentina started fumbling with her new big pistol, trying to remember what went wrong. Memorised words flew sluggishly through her bruised mind as the biters were steadying themselves, coming closer. Magazine... Charging handle... Setting... Safety? Quickly, Valentina started feeling for the safety catch on her gun, backing away as the reawakened came closer, stepping into the room.
There was a dial, which Valentina flipped. Quickly pointing her gun at the nearest biter, she squeezed the trigger, and immediately her ears were blasted, but she didn't care. After putting down another one of them, Valentina bolted through the door, nearly falling down as her knees felt weak. More of them were rising from the floor, but Valentina ran, putting bullets in some of them, not necessarily aiming for the head. All she wanted was to leave, to... live. Yet, day by day, Valentina could not help but to wonder what she was living for, and day by day, she was finding less and less of a will to stay apart from her family and friends...
In the pitch blackness, Valentina ran, following the slightly less darker rectangle that was the way out. At a point she took out her flashlight, shining it wherever her gun was pointing. Bodies were awakening once again to the sound and smell of her young, succulent flesh. Valentina paid each of them a bullet as she stepped over them. Some did not entirely die, and she could feel their slimy hands trying to pull her down with them, and she tugged herself away desperately everytime, her previous thoughts of a life no longer worth living lost to urgency and her primal will to survive. It felt like forever in the cave of creatures until... she emerged into the cold, freezing night air. It felt unpleasant, but fresh nontheless, with less rot in the breeze.
Turning back to where she came from, Valentina ran. At some point, she tripped and fell, but she did not stop. Sometimes, she would have to stop to hide, and as she did so several times, she saw that groups of biters were beginning to swarm the building she used to be in, having heard her gunshots. After coming back to the same street she had been run off from with the witch by a horde of biters, she followed it back, in the direction of Dominic's Gas An' Go'.