Post by leandragonzalez on May 29, 2011 23:19:27 GMT -5
people change and promises are broken
clouds can move and skies will be wide open
"I'll be off Mr. Rodriguez!" Leandra called, relieved that another day had gone by. No dates for tonight though, she thought. Guess word about her son had gone around. Still, she kept her head high. She'd do well without a man, and be better off without a man. Reaching the backdoor, she overheard the radio coming from her boss' room, the man preferred old than new. She paused on the knob and the knob when she heard national state of emergency, the announcer sounded pretty serious. A woman screaming from outside the door only added more.
Lea gulped and walked out, horrified to see a man eat the woman while she weakly fought it off. Blood splattered everywhere and with one final heave of her lungs, her intestines came out. Leandra had seen enough wounds and war scars but what she saw didn't even match her experience with gore. The man, somehow dazed and had a blank look on him, heard her sudden intake of air and ran for her. Leandra knew better than to stare, she shut the door and ran for the bathroom.
Making sure outside was clear, her military instincts kicking in like she'd never left in the first place, she hotwired the first car she saw and drove straight for the station. There was an occasional scream from inside dark alleyways but she paid no attention, her son the greatest of her concerns. She cursed at not having any weapon on her, wishing she had her shotgun from home. But then why would she bring a shotgun to work. "Hi Boss. I just thought I'd be prepared in case a man touched my ass in a most unflattering way." She rolled her eyes and halted at the entrance, running down the stairs two at a time. The streets surprisingly, were clear of anybody and with how late it was, it was pretty normal that there wouldn't be anybody on the platform with her. She waited and kept fidgeting, unable to keep the worry inside her from showing. She had to get home fast.
As the train came in sight, she froze, she hadn't thought clearly about what she was doing. The train could've been infested with what she'd seen earlier. She hated too that she was right. She hid behind a column and prayed to God nothing would come at her. The train doors closed and on it went, the driver seemingly unaware yet of the chaos. She paused and sucked in a breath she didn't realize she'd held in. A moan escaped someone else's mouth from beside her and standing straight, one of the flesh-eating humans lunged at her. She screamed, stuggling against getting herself eaten or bitten. A quick kick in the groin didn't help, but a hard kick against its knee made the attacker bend on its knees, allowing her to give it a solid punch in the jaw before it lay on the ground. She caught her breath and started backing away towards the exit, more of those things blocked her way. She retreated back to the platform and thought fast.
Before long, she was walking along the tracks. About a quarter of a train's ride away, a train sped by her and she gripped the cracks in the wall, holding on for dear life. She could smell the stench of blood coming with the air the train brought. She walked on, knowing that it'd prolly be safe underground. About a halfway through, she heard the unmistakable sound of an explosion from far away, the ground beneath her shaking. Quickly, she backed away and headed for a door she'd passed by, getting into the sewage system. In case she wanted to stray farther away from home, she peaked out of a sewer and came face to face a dead man, its face unseeing, the eyeballs clawed out. She nearly screamed but stopped herself. Looking around, she saw familiar ground and closed the cover as fast as she'd opened it, heading down the ladder. The odor of filth and dirt smelled better than the stench from outside. How long had it been? 2 hours?
She was a few blocks from her home.
Turning corners and backtracking, occasionally checking the outside, she felt triumphant when she reached the sewer hole directly across her apartment. Wasting no time, she checked for any signs of danger before running full speed to her apartment.
Reaching home, Leandra Alex Gonzalez hurriedly pushed the buttons beside the door for the pin. To her horror, the front gate was ajar and the second door was wide open. Electric sparks escaped from a little break in the door hinge. Knowing that what she was doing was useless, she pushed open the door and ran, choosing the stairs over the old elevator. Besides the loud beating of her heart and frantic breathing, she heard nothing else from inside the derelict building. She had money, she had reserves, but thought better of using more than enough. Now, she felt the guilt and somehow knew that no matter how much money she'd save, it'd be a wasted effort.
She stopped midway up the stairs and caught her breathe, she hadn't stopped running ever since leaving her work place. Behind her, the door welcomed anything else inside and she thought better of it. She walked down and shut it, reinforcing the knob with a chair. She wanted it closed that it'd be able to keep things outside, whilst not too reinforced that she couldn't get out from this point. There were fire escapes but still, better safe than sorry.
She ran to her floor soon after and headed for her apartment's door. It was eerily quiet once she stopped and doing a quick 360 degrees, she grabbed a vase from a nearby table; decorations the owner put out to attract more rentees. She gulped a few times and calmed herself, her hands were shaking too hard. She fumbled with the keys for a few minutes before the lock clicked. Taking in a deep breathe, Lea turned the knob and went inside. Luckily, electricity was still running despite the chaos she could feel eminating from outside.
The vase in her hand was too big and instead, she took an umbrella from a rack. She wasted no time in checking every door, the tension in her veins rising as door after door she saw no signs of her son. Her hopes of seeing him crumbled to pieces when at last, she opened the last door in the apartment and was greeted with silence and various items, remnants of the earlier hours that a neighbor and her son had done. Leandra held onto the doorframe and let numbness and reality finally sink in. She cried for a whole hour, sinking onto the floor. When that was done, mechanically, she prepared her bag, changed into a more comfortable wear. Combat boots, a gray undershirt, cargo pants and a wool jacket. She looked for medical supplies and smiled when she couldn't find the first aid kit and discovered the cabinet in the bathroom empty. She knew her son was smart enough and he was out there with his sitter.
The fire escape was open.
Her next destination was an abandoned carpark where her old buddy was soundly sleeping. A humvee stashed with her medic equipments, weapons and ammunition.
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