World of the Living Dead (loneiysong & CrimsonMaster)

Sad to say for Bob, Daisy knew too much about him, and didn't like one thing about him. Bedding her would prove as fruitful as pissing into the wind. Bob had no compassion, had no generosity, and she did not care to bed him. She continued down the road. Seeing several land markers that she had stayed with Hawk. She thought it was about time to rest. THE sun was coming up, and soon it would be hot. She moved to a abandoned bar, checked, found nothing, and found an office again. This would be known as her office adventures she guessed.

SHE groaned and looked around. Hard ground. NO carpet. With a sigh, she laid down against her pack and shut her eyes and groaned softly. Her back was killing her. She curled up against her bag trying to get comfy and finally fell asleep with her feet pressed flat against the locked door. BEing so lonely after traveling with so many people sucked. She wanted to be at the farm, with Hawk and his family. She dreamed of them. She dreamed of a pregnant Heather and smiled. She was due any day now. A breath of hope for the world being reborn itself.

During her travel, Heather found the road ahead was crawling with walkers. She had to adjust her travel plan and ended up meeting a man called Jeff. Heather spoke of losing track of her friends while heading east. Jeff suggested that they could be at the town he was heading for. He said the town was called Haven. Heather decided that she would visit this town to see if anyone she knew was there. Plus, she could use a good rest before continuing on towards the farm. About an hour later, Jeff lead Heather up to the front gate. It was opened and they walked inside. Like Bob before her, Heather was greeted not long after entering the town by Cyrus. Heather looked around, but didn't see anyone she knew. Cyrus said that new people were showing up almost everyday and not everyone was outside. Heather was introduced to Carly who was told to find Heather a place to stay. Carly smile then took Heather by the hand. She lead Heather into a building while saying there were some open rooms in the back. Carly walked with Heather down a hallway until they stopped at a door. She opened the door and stepped into a room. Carly lit a few candles and turned on an electric camping lamp. She told Heather to rest and she would bring some food. Heather thanked Carly before she left. She placed her weapons down near a small bed before sitting on the bed. It was soft then the cot Heather thought. It wasn't a long wait before Carly returned with a plate of food & some water. Carly told Heather to enjoy herself and they would talk later. Heather smiled and moved over to the table where the food was placed. She sat down and started to eat.

Daisy was starting to get concerned by the third day. It had come and gone. SHe looked behind her constantly. She was sure that any day now, Hawk would ride up beside her in a motorcycle and wave to her. Daisy felt something was wrong in the pit of her stomach, but had no choice but to go forward. She felt sick almost every day and had developed throwing up whatever she had to eat or drink. She was not seeing the point of eating anymore if this was to be how it was. She continued to walk along her bike. She had found a baseball hat that proudly touted a baseball team that she had never folowed but heard of.

At night she cried curling into a ball missing her friends and in the day she pushed on with quiet resolve. It was like she had become two different people. Hard tough bitch Daisy in the morning, scared lonely Daisy at night. She walked feeling her legs getting more and more sore by the day and ankles swelling at night. She was not happy and her body was not participating with her. SHe ate jerky when she could and looted stores for any dried or canned food.