Water.
Clean, pure, wondrous water!. She had missed taking a shower, probably more than TV, internet. Anything, she hadn't showered in weeks. And she was absolutely loving feeling the cold spray across her browned skin. He blue eyes stayed close as she slipped her hands through her long black hair.
She loved her hair, it was her main point of vanity. She liked feeling it smooth and silky and loved to keep it that way. But she had no such luck as of late. The outbreak had come without much warning, within a month there was already minimal human contact. And nothing but violent infected, beating people to death. Ripping them to shreds.
She bit down her urge to shudder, rubbing her arms self consciously as the thoughts came back before she could really stop them. It seemed almost an age ago when she was sent out into Pennsylvania to help in suppressing the outbreak. There wasn't much military left anymore, those that were Immune were working full time like she was, but it was impossible to really stay in constant contact.
She had lost contact a long time ago, since the first conflict and she had put her own survival in front of her instead of keeping in touch. It was by sheer, stupid and incredible luck that she came across this barricaded police station that had managed to get her inside their small little paradise as it was.
Her gear lay nearby, the Benelli M4 Super 90 was an arms reach away along with her cargo pants and boots. She had lost her jacket and most of her pack trying to get away from a stubborn horde. She didn't miss it, she could move much faster now.
She turned off the shower spray with a satisfied sigh, glad that she could have at least a small moment of civilization in such a shitty little wor-..
Sami's senses were never wrong, never.
She heard that low growl, that always reminded her of some twisted kitten. She saw the silhouette before it actually came into view, stalking on all fours as it smelt the scent of fresh meat to rip asunder.
Hunter.
In one pure, blinding instance. She thought she was going to die, The Hunter let out it's inhuman shriek that echoed loudly against the tiled walls and it lunged. She narrowed her eyes dangerously as she shot to the side in a small roll. The Hunter's eyes went wide in confusion as it slammed painfully against the wall, blood splattered across the wall when his neck snapped and it dropped worthlessly to the ground.
The hairs on the back of her neck rose up to full height and she quickly scrambled for her Benelli as the heavy scream of the Horde rippled through the Police Station; bloodied infected ran into the Bathroom as Sami swung around the corner with her shotgun in tow.
BLAM BLAM BLAM BLAM!
Blood splattered across her nude features as the shotgun kicked lightly against her shoulder; Infected went down inches in front of her face when the heavy buckshot ripped through them like a hot knife through butter, heads exploded like watermelons as she emptied ten rounds of twelve gauge into the hungry horde.
Her shotgun clicked empty as the last infected stumbled in pain and slammed against the wall to die. She let go of the breath she didn't think she had as she stood there; dripping with fresh blood and her smoking shotgun still pointed towards the bathroom entrance.
She felt her legs go weak for a moment, but she swallowed tightly. If the bathroom wasn't so narrow, she would have died. There would have been no stopping them, but already she could hear gunshots from other parts of the station and grimaced, quickly spraying herself with a small drizzle of water before shifting into her clothes and quickly tying her boots; slamming shotshells into her Benelli as she broke off into a sprint.
She should have known better...taking a shower, how stupid was she? Nevertheless, she cocked the shotgun with a sigh and moved up the stairs as quick as she could.
She only hoped someone was still alive..
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