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Dawn of the Dykes

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TemptingNeko

Super-Earth
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Aug 24, 2009
Life had finally gotten good for Tabitha. No, really. Moving out of her parents house had been tough, but she had settled into the new city and apartment pretty well. At the ripe age of 23, it was high time she had gotten out from beneath them anyway. No curfews or questions about who she brought home, no nagging about washing her clothes or getting to the dishes. The only reminder she currently had was a thick steel pipe her father had handed her before leaving, saying that she should always be safe rather than sorry.

Her neighbors were quirky, to say the least. There was no one to the left of her, but the woman on her right seemed to have loud, awkward sex every night. The neighbor across from her, Jeremy, was a nice guy with an interesting weed habit. He had offered it to her a few times, but Tabitha had politely declined, preferring a fruity cocktail to brighten her day. Her job up at a local book shop was decent paying, and all of her regulars were sweethearts. She had gotten a gym membership the month before and started to work out, determined to get in better shape for her overall well being. Not to say she was fat, but Tabitha could definitely use some extra muscle. Her weekends were spent at bars, hiding in the corners, where she slowly started to work up the nerve to talk to other women. While she had been out to her family for awhile, she was still new to actually trying to go out with girls. And quite frankly, she was still a bit nervous about it all. But with her new home, she decided it was time for her to stretch out and try meeting someone. Still, she had her reservations, and was rather shy, so making a connection was slow. However, she had started to build confidence in herself as time went on. Overall, life had become pretty great.

Then it all went to hell. Slowly, at first. Reports here and there of the homeless being attacked. Sad, but thought to be the work of a serial killer. Then more people started getting attacked, and the hospitals started to fill up with the bitten, which just infected more and more people, and suddenly her cozy city was filled with monsters. She didn't know how she had made it all the way from her job to her place without being attacked, but the minute she was through her door she never opened it again. A panicked call from her father and mother had told her that it was happening everywhere, all across the world. They had told to shut in, to hide out, to not leave unless absolutely necessary. The call had ended with a heart breaking I love yous, and the knowledge that this could be the last time they heard from one another. Tabitha had followed orders, had not opened her doors once in 2 weeks, finishing off all of the food in her apartment, and doing her best to ignore the screams you could hear coming from the streets and sometimes what sounded like in the building. She had heard the sound of many people exiting the place, of thundering foots and people jiggling door handles to see if they would open. Eventually, it became quieter, and finally she decided she could sit no longer.

She started off with the apartment to either side of her, finding nothing but barren rooms that had been ransacked. Then she checked Jeremy's, only to find his door locked. Her fingers moved deftly along the floorboards in front of his doorstep, and after a moment she found the hidden key he had told her about. Opening his door, she felt a wrenching of her heart as she looked around. From the layers of dust and looks of his dying plants, he had either left without coming back first, or died early on. Doing her best to resist breaking down, she looked through his apartment, coming up with a few cans of food, a can opener, a Swiss army knife, and a decent backpack to stuff it all into. As she silently thanks him for the few items, a creak at the front of the room catches her attention, and she turns to see a zombie shambling in. It could be one of her neighbors, though the rotting flesh made it hard to tell. An icy feeling shoots up her spine as it moans and begins to walk toward her. Fear keeps her immobilized, until the creature is close enough to brush it's fingers across her face. Tabitha let's out a scream and swings the pipe she had been holding at her side with all her might, cracking it upside the head. The zombie falls to the floor, and Tabitha continues smashing the things head it, until the end of her pipe is bloody and she's confident it will not be getting back up. Suddenly, she sank down to the floor, and let out a sob.
Tabby had never killed anything in her life. And this, this use to be a person. This could've been someone she knew, a neighbor, collegue, old friend. It took all her willpower to pull herself together. This one was dead, but she had no idea of how many more there could be. Taking the stairs down was not an option, she'd have to walk through 3 levels of potential danger. There was the fire escape just outside the window of her bedroom. Tabitha hated heights, but with no other good options, she headed out of Jeremy's room and back to her own. Checking both ways, she notes, with a shudder, that her ruckus had called what looked like a crawling zombie from the staircase. Not wanting to stick around for when it got close enough to touch, she ran across the hall back to her room, and slammed the door shut. She wasn't sure if those things knew how to work doorknobs, but not wanting to risk anything, she locked the door, and headed to the back of her room. It took some work, but with a satisfying squeak the window opened and Tabitha climbed out slowly. Vertigo starts to set in as the reality of three stories high sinks into her mind. However, there's no zombies, so she's at least free to climb slowly.

After a nerve-wrecking half hour, she finally hits the bottom of the ladder, and jumps down to the ground. Scanning the area around her, she feels unsafe in such an open alleyway. Recalling a small grocery store just a few blocks away, Tabitha heads off down the side of the street, ducking behind cars to avoid the attention of any walking dead. It's not long until she hits up the shop, and from the looks inside it seems like it's already been ransacked. However, she decides that there could still be a few things leftover, and since she doesn't have any other plan, she quietly walks in, surveying the place for any of the undead.
 
Just a little farther down from the grocery store, the streets were littered with lingering corpses. Their attention had been drawn to a auto mechanic garage that they had been hearing clanking in for the last few days. The noise was unavoidable.

When things fell apart in the world, Piper had been less heart broken then many. She'd been kicked out of her own home when she was only sixteen by her parents. For the last year she'd been coach surfing from one of her friend's place to the next...in exchange for occasional sexual favors or chores. Dispute her youth, she'd been adopted by an all dykes biker gang. They treated her as their own personal mascot. So when things started going to hell her girls stuck in a group. Unlike other people, they had no problems beating the living shit out of something that looked human. The world had actually become a better place for rough outcasts like them. When the fleshies would attack they would take them out as a group and move on quickly before they were overwhelmed. They had lost a few girls but overall Piper had felt safe with them.

Unfortunately, while her and the girls were filling their bikes at a gas station a large group invaded the station. While the gang was making their escape Piper's bike flipped and crashed hard. The youth managed to hole up and even dragged her bike back to the shop when the fleshies dispersed a little. They were back soon enough when she started working on the repairs. It wasn't going well either. Piper was barely seventeen with little mech experience. She'd learned all kinds of fun little tricks in the gang but professional motorcycle repairs wasn't one of them.

"Fuck!" She huffed in frustration. "FUCK FUCK FUCK!" with great force, she kicked her steel toe boot into the broken bike's tire. She sat down on a pile of junk behind her and ran her fingers through her overgrown Mohawk. Although she had a cute baby face, her fashion was very close to a classic punk. Her clothes all looked like they had been to goodwill a few times before she laid her hands on them. Her Jeans were ripped up and dirty, her leather jacket was worn down so much that it looked soft.

Surely her friends has moved on. They must have thought she'd been eatten already and she didn't blame them. Piper's stomach grumbled loud enough she was sure that her neighbors outside could hear. "Right..." She signed. She hadn't eaten much since she was stranded. Piper forced herself up and wandered over to her backpack and dug through the bag. The food was gone but she still had her other zombie killing tools. She grabbed one of the fog horns at the bottom of the bag and a tack. "I was going to have to change locations sooner or later."

As much as she hated it, there was no way she was going to fix that bike. Maybe if she was alone,with a book for dummies, and had all the time in the world...but the reality was she needed to move on to somewhere safer. The little punk girl grabbed a latter and opened up one of the upper window of the store. She stabbed the foghorn's button with the tack. Instantly it became shrieking it's loud cry. The zombies attention was all captured by the sound. She flung it as far as she could and it continued to blast out noise. The dead horde staggered off after, forgetting she was ever there.

"Stuuuuupid fleshies." She quietly cursed them. Quickly she jumped down, landing just like a numble cat. Piper didn't have much time before the horn ran out and she had to make sure she found somewhere safe in the meantime. She remembered driving past a grocery store when she first rode in. Restocking her supplies was her current mission. She grabbed her bag and her steel bat and made for the exit. She peaked both ways with the door barely open. Just as she planned, the fleshies were standing in around the horn just staring down at it. She gave a little smirk and set off, making sure too keep her back close to walls.

The store was closer than she had thought. Finally! Her lucky break. The Door was open, likely there was something unpleasant lurking around still. She readied her bat as she walked through the ravaged isles.
 
Tabitha looked around the store with some relief. While it look barren for supplies, it also looked damn near empty for any of the undead. She started walking up and down each aisle, and was able to find a can or two that hadn't expired yet. Then, as if by fate, she looked up and saw a large package of jerky. Someone had obviously placed it there, and she wondered what had happened to the one who had put the bag of dried meat out of anyone's reach, before deciding it wouldn't be a fun though to dive into, and that she should just be grateful that there was food at all for her to get. Her mouth watering at the thought of a bite, she put her foot on the shelf to test it's strength, before deciding it would hold her weight just fine. She climbed up carefully, not wanting to get off balance or hit anything that might cause noise. Looking up, she reached out and felt her finger tips dance across the surface of the package, and struggled for a few moments trying to pull it closer. Finally, she had her hand around it, just as a horn blared from no where.

Tabby let out a strangled cry of surprise and lost her gripping falling off the shelf and right onto her back, knocking the wind out of her. She laid on the floor gasping for breath, trying to push herself back onto her feet before anything found her. Finally after what felt like an eternity, she got up and evened her breathing, before looking around wildly.

"The hell was that?" she muttered more to herself than anything. The sound had died down, but Tabitha started working her way to the front of the store, determined to find out what had happened. She saw the outline of a person, and tightened her grip on her pipe, setting herself ready to strike and she walked forward more cautiously. As she got into the light, she could see it was a girl, or what she hoped was a girl. She looked fine, if a bit like a hoodlum, but Tabby wasn't ready to let her guard down.

"Are...Are you alive?" She asked, keeping her voice low in case there was anything else nearby.
 
Piper sighed in relief at the sound of a living female voice, she waved her hand above her head to show she was alive. She couldn't see the girl very well yet but from this distance she looked to be very cute...she didn't look like a survivor of the apocalypse. It was almost weird seeing how normal she looked, like a vision from the past. "I would be a damn sexy looking fleshy, but lucky for you, my bites aren't deadly!" She called out soon as she was close enough to speak without calling attention to herself. Finally, the youth was standing in front of the store, a dorky smile, half twisted, appeared on her face. 'THANK GOD SHE WAS A CUTE GIRL!' she silently counted her blessings as she scanned the girl's body up and down. Piper was taller than her. Standing at 5'9" that was pretty common with most girls she met. This stranger was rocking the librarian look. It wasn't her normal thing...but that didn't mean that she was against it. Wait wait. she need to calm down. Just because she was alive didn't mean she was going to want to sleep with her. Such a pain!


"It's lovely to meet such a cutie out here but that horn is going to run out soon though. I highly recommend we get inside and hole up soon." Piper peaked into the store to see it had already been pillaged thoroughly. "I'm figuring there's nothing worth looking at in there?" She said in a disheartened voice. She was soo looking forward to getting something in her stomach today.
 
As the girl came into focus, Tabby felt her eyes widen, and wondered for a moment if she needed better glasses. The girl was quite tall, easily having three inches on her, and from her get up it look like she was a part of a gang. If this was normal life, Tabby would've fled. But right now, there was an untold number of monsters outside wanting nothing more than to take a bite of her, and she could use some help. However, she couldn't help but give her a look at all the offhand flirting.

"No need to call me cutie, and it wasn't completely a waste. I found some cans of food that are still good, and this little gold piece," as she spoke, she waved the bag of jerky by her face, and gave a half-hearted smile. "However, I'm all ears on what's a safe place to hide around here. I've been holed up in my apartment since... all this happened." Her voice faltered at the end, and she thought about the thing she had killed back at her place. Her stomach went into knots and she fought back losing it in front of this stranger. Now was not the time to break down. Suddenly she blushed and pushed her glasses up with one finger out of habit.

"Look at me being rude. I'm Tabitha, who might you be?" she asked.
 
Piper gave a crooked little smile at her greeting. "Piper." She gave a playful bow. "Expert fleshy killer at your service." As she spoke that distance blaring of the the horn faded into silence. There was a rumble of dissatisfied groans and the rumble of a massive group as they began to disperse. The horn was a double edged sword, on one hand it gave a good distraction so you could move fairly freely. The downside...after it ran out there, all the monsters that were attracted to it were now excited....and excited zombies was a very...VERY bad thing. Piper's goofy smiled tensed up instantly, making her look like an awkward teenager in school pictures.

"Well that didn't last very long." She said in a upbeat panic. She looked around to see if there was somewhere else that was safer then their current location. The grocery store had larger glass windows, which mean it was easy for the dead to see them/bust in. Wasn't her favorite, but it was close and knew the doors weren't locked. She looked over her shoulder and could see the first part of the horde coming around the corner. "shit..." She grabbed the girls hand and lean her quickly back into the store. She went right into the back room where the store would keep the excess food. It was the only part that had doors but once they were closed their was hardly any light except through the windows on the doors. Deeper into the storage room was pure darkness.

"So," Piper peaked over at her in the dim light. "You've been in your apartment this whole time, does that mean you don't know what's been going on since the T.V.'s went out?" While she spoke she pulled her backpack in from of her and started digging around in it. "Things are worse then you could possibly imagine." Her fingers brushed her metal keys and she snatched them up. "I haven't seen any police or soldiers in at least a week. I'm figuring they gave up and just took the people that they could and abandoned the rest of us." On her keys hung a little flash light keychain.

She pressed the little button it and produced a decent stream of light. She moved it around to check for any movement. "Ok, I think we're safe in here for now." She kept her voice quiet and low, not wanting to draw attention to their location. "So, you had jerky?" She looked over with an optimistic smile that didn't fit the situation. "I'm starving."
 
Tabitha's eyebrow quirked up. 'Fleshy'? That was a new term to her for the creatures outside. She didn't have much time to think of it as the horn stopped blaring. As one of the things started making it's way to the store, she felt Piper suddenly grab her wrist and yank her to the back of the store. The other girl pushed them through the back doors of the storage area, and Tabby silently asked herself why she hadn't thought to check back here. As the doors closed behind her, they were left in darkness, completely unnerving Tabitha. She stood in silence letting Piper ramble on, listening as the girl opened her bag at started moving her hand around it. Suddenly there was a stream of light, and she relaxed. Something about being in the dark with those things in the city just freaked her out. She perked up at the comment.

"Yeah, here you go. I've also got some canned food, but I'm still lacking a way to get them open." Tabby mimicked Piper's hushed tone, and handed over the bag of jerky. "There's no cops or military left? Guess we should've seen that coming. What brings you out anyway?" she asked. Tabby had to admit she was surprised to find someone alive still left in town.
 
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