Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. The Lake Eerie-bordered town of Fort Bensworth was being evacuated, all radio stations echoed the same thing: "all citizens are to leave the city and go to Toledo, where they will be reuinited with their loved ones, supplied a safe border and medical access. Those unable to drive may recieve a free bus ride to the city. Please leave in haste. Anyone still in the town by nightfall will be left behind."
She'd first heard it at just past seven in the morning, after a news report of another man being attacked by someone - a tweaker they'd assumed until now, but evidently that was not the case. They wouldn't evacuate because of a tweaker - and even a tweaker wouldn't have kept coming as they were being shot. She'd seen that from her third floor window. Now the news played a repeat of the same monotonous message, occasionally interrupted to say that the CDC would be having a press conferance the following morning to alert the country as to what was happening. No one should panic.
Yeah, right. Aria was well beyond panicking, especially since seeing a man keep walking through a machine gun clip of bullets through its chest. She'd quickly packed up her car with whatever she could think of - bathroom supplies, blankets, clothes, the pistol she kept locked in her sidetable. The world was going to hell and she hoped - no, she prayed that she was one of the first to realize that. She prayed even harder when a cop stopped her, said she should be heading west and not east. She lied through her teeth about going to get her disabled mother and even then the man in uniform didn't want to let her go.
What the fuck was going on that made cops want to abandon the elderly? That was her.... fourth clue that something was wrong, and the fifth was seeing a man be shot down through the narrow brush between the main road and a side road. Luckily her destination was close by, and she had no disabled parents to help. She'd never been more glad that her mama had been taken by cancer six years back, that her father had a place in Toledo already.
The department store was on the far end of town, and towards it Aria switched on to a back road. There were naught but a couple cars left in the parking lot and a cruiser in the front. She parked in the shipping area and pocketed her keys. For the first time in twenty four years of life, her ability to pick locks treated her well, and she was in to the back room with relative ease. Her hazel eyes scanned the room quickly, glancing for any sight of security... None.
The back room was mostly furniture, so she swiftly moved in to the front of the store and made a quick list of what she would need to get - toiletries, clothing, food. She hada heavy duty backpack that her father had given her a few years back, trying to get her to go camping with him, and it had spaces for quite a bit. She tried to be as sneaky as she could as she swept through the aisles, though it came as no surprise that the place was virtually empty. She ducked in to the clothing section and grabbed a couple pairs of sturdy pants and some shirts, tucked them as neatly as she could in to her backpack while still maintaining a sense of urgency. Some batteries went in to the lower pocket of her cargo pants, and then she moved towards the food aisle.
Noodles, kraft dinner, canned meats. She went to grab a tube of powdered juice to shove in the side pocket of her bag when the familiar sound of footsteps began to sound not far off from her.
She'd first heard it at just past seven in the morning, after a news report of another man being attacked by someone - a tweaker they'd assumed until now, but evidently that was not the case. They wouldn't evacuate because of a tweaker - and even a tweaker wouldn't have kept coming as they were being shot. She'd seen that from her third floor window. Now the news played a repeat of the same monotonous message, occasionally interrupted to say that the CDC would be having a press conferance the following morning to alert the country as to what was happening. No one should panic.
Yeah, right. Aria was well beyond panicking, especially since seeing a man keep walking through a machine gun clip of bullets through its chest. She'd quickly packed up her car with whatever she could think of - bathroom supplies, blankets, clothes, the pistol she kept locked in her sidetable. The world was going to hell and she hoped - no, she prayed that she was one of the first to realize that. She prayed even harder when a cop stopped her, said she should be heading west and not east. She lied through her teeth about going to get her disabled mother and even then the man in uniform didn't want to let her go.
What the fuck was going on that made cops want to abandon the elderly? That was her.... fourth clue that something was wrong, and the fifth was seeing a man be shot down through the narrow brush between the main road and a side road. Luckily her destination was close by, and she had no disabled parents to help. She'd never been more glad that her mama had been taken by cancer six years back, that her father had a place in Toledo already.
The department store was on the far end of town, and towards it Aria switched on to a back road. There were naught but a couple cars left in the parking lot and a cruiser in the front. She parked in the shipping area and pocketed her keys. For the first time in twenty four years of life, her ability to pick locks treated her well, and she was in to the back room with relative ease. Her hazel eyes scanned the room quickly, glancing for any sight of security... None.
The back room was mostly furniture, so she swiftly moved in to the front of the store and made a quick list of what she would need to get - toiletries, clothing, food. She hada heavy duty backpack that her father had given her a few years back, trying to get her to go camping with him, and it had spaces for quite a bit. She tried to be as sneaky as she could as she swept through the aisles, though it came as no surprise that the place was virtually empty. She ducked in to the clothing section and grabbed a couple pairs of sturdy pants and some shirts, tucked them as neatly as she could in to her backpack while still maintaining a sense of urgency. Some batteries went in to the lower pocket of her cargo pants, and then she moved towards the food aisle.
Noodles, kraft dinner, canned meats. She went to grab a tube of powdered juice to shove in the side pocket of her bag when the familiar sound of footsteps began to sound not far off from her.