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March 20th

"So now that you're finally fifteen like, muah." I smirked at Samantha when she rolled her eyes. "I was wondering if you wanted to go through with the new military operation."

Samantha pressed her lips. " I don't know... after all the things we've stolen so far? Do we even need anything? I'm pretty sure the health, weapons, AND the food rooms are full." She said, taking a bite out of her freshly baked bread.

I shrugged. "Yeah and?" I questioned.

It was true, Sam and I have been to the base plenty of times to steal supplies. Each times we've had gotten away without being caught. Which in turn gives us an open opportunity to continue to steal from them. I know we don't exactly need anything, but you can never have too much supplies in the apocalypse.

"And it's dangerous Scarlet." Samantha deadpanned.

I rolled my eyes. "Geez, you all of the sudden turn fifteen and you're already trying to be more mature." I joked. "And I thought I was the older one."

Samantha gave a short laugh. "Only by a month and four days."

I smiled, and turned away from Samantha and to the window that led to the backyard.

"Well since you don't want to go to the military, I've been wanting to check out the neighborhood a few blocks away. I think I spotted a few barns and I'm hoping there will be some animals in there." I looked over to the kids who were running around in the backyard, spraying eachother with water guns.

I smiled lightly, laughing a little when Alize tripped and fell down.

I opened the window. "Be careful with the garden!" I warned.

Alize smiled goofily raising two thumbs up from the ground before she stood up and ran after Alex.

I turned back to Samantha. "I kind of don't want to do anything today."

I looked over to the counter and picked up my hot cup of tea. "You never want to do anything everyday." I countered.

Samantha rolled her eyes, finishing the piece of bread she had.

I took a small sip of my tea, watching her turn away to go sit at the kitchen table.

"Well excuse me for not exactly having energy in the apocalypse."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "That's a terrible thing to not have." I went over and sat down across from her.

"Ugh Scarlet! I just don't want to go." She concluded. "Go by yourself."

I raised a brow. Me? Go alone?

That actually might not be a bad idea.

"Okay." I shrugged, putting my cup down in front of me.

"Scarlet!" I looked over towards the kitchen door where the kids were pouring in from.

"Look what I found!" Nya ran up to me showing me a dirty looking rubber toy.

My eyes widened when I realized what it was. I shared a glance with Samantha who bit her lip trying not to laugh.

I smiled at Nya, standing up and grabbing a rag from the kitchen counter. "Nya sweetie can I see that.?" I grabbed the dildo from her. "Thanks." I cringed.

Nya frowned when I threw it away but she didn't question me. Instead she shrugged and ran back out.

I looked at Samantha, eyes wide. She shook her head before she lost it and started laughing.

~*~

"I'll be back before dark." I told Sam, dumping my empty black duffel bags into the back seats.

Samantha tossed me a walkie talkie and I caught it with ease.

"Just radio me if you get into any trouble."

I nodded, placing the radio on the passenger seat beside my honey badger and my hunting knife. "Will do."

Samantha took a step back so I could close the driver door, and waited for me to put the driver's window down. I did just that after turning the car on and opening the garage door with the remote.

I decided to take the other car we had found in the garage, it was fairly big, but small as well. It was a Honda but that's all I knew. I'm not too good with naming cars.

"Be safe. Be smart. Be aware." She warned.

I smiled, rolling my eyes. "Yeah yeah. I know."

Then I reversed out of the garage and waved by to Samantha before driving down to the gate.

~*~

I'm not sure what my favorite part about being alone is. Maybe it's the quietness of the situation, or the fact that I can think without disruption.

No it's probably just the peace. And the fact that I'm not constantly worrying about other people.

Definitely the peace.

I looked down at my phone, checking the time before going to the music app and putting my music on.

Something I never understood about apocalyptic shows is that they never showed technology, such as phones, like they somehow fell off the face of the earth.

It's actually not that hard to maintain one. I get that it might die but cars have an input that you can use to charge it. If I didn't have solar panels that keep my house lights and energy on, I would use my sister's car to charge my phone and ipad. And I've always been good with taking care of it.

As I turned my music on, I looked down at my phone to pick my song.

I quickly glanced back up to the road, making sure it was cleared before looking down to scroll through my playlist.

Finally finding a song, I decided to listen to All I Want by Kodaline. It was a great song, a bit of a downer but I loved it anyways.

I looked back up at the road, turning into a driveway of an average sized mansion. Nothing like my home.

It was a yellow modern home, with a white balcony and white door. It had four windows, two on the bottom, two on the top.

I turned the car off, paused my music while grabbing my honey badger first, and placing the strap on it before putting the strap over my head and letting it rest on my side. Then I grabbed the hunting knife and placed it in its holder in my boot. Finally I reached for the walkie talkie, and held it in my hand while I got out of the car.

When I was standing I tucked the small radio inbetween my pant and my belt. Before pulling my shirt over it.

I then closed the car door, leaving my phone inside and, tucking the car keys in my pocket, before opening the backdoor to grab the empty black duffel bags.

I then closed those doors too and walked to the front door of the house.

Doing what I always did, I knocked five times on the door, before waiting patiently. As I waited a took a look around, noticing the empty neighborhood.

A longing feeling settled at the pit of my stomach. I missed seeing other people, strangers. I missed having alive people to talk to or rant about. Now there was...nobody.

Nobody but my family.

I jumped when a walker banged on the window. I peered inside to look at it, it's rotted features barely hanging on to it's facial bone. I cringed.

God forbid I ever end up like that.

I turned back to the front door, and checked to see if I could open it. I was disappointed to see that it was locked, and I took a step back to try to kick it open.

I've seen people do it in the movies, how hard could it be?

As I was preparing to kick the door down I took in a deep breath.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I quickly spun around reaching for my rifle to face the voice.

It was a women, not too old, but not too young. Mid thirties maybe? She was black too, with short hair that made her look like a boy. She had brown hair, dark brown eyes, and brown lips.

She raised her hands in the air. "Easy child, no need to use your weapon." She assured.

I didn't bother to lower it, instead I kept aim with her forehead.

"I don't want no problems, I just thought you'd like to keep your leg." She said motioning towards the door. "You would have broke it trying to kick that door open."

I narrowed my eyes at her.

She was probably right.

I looked her up and down, and when I didn't see any weapons, I looked around us. "Are you alone?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "Yes I am." She answered truthfully. "I been alone since this whole disaster started." A country accent was making an appearance.

I didn't know whether to trust her or not. Each time I trusted someone it always went the other way.

This time I refuse to make the same mistake.

"My name is Harriet, I live in that house across the street." She told me, pointing to the blue average house.

I glanced over to get a better look, more specifically to make sure there wasn't anymore people.

"What's your name dear?" She asked.

I didn't answer her, instead I was still trying to debate whether I should shoot her and move on with my life or not.

She seemed kind enough, but it could all be a facade. That's how it was with Nico, Ben, and that's how it could be with her.

"I won't hurt you. So can you please put your gun down?"

I held my rifle firmly. "How can I know you won't try to kill me? Or that you're not lying?" I questioned skeptically.

She shrugged, lowering her arms.

"I can't answer that. Only you can."

Smart ass.

I pressed my lips together, but still I didn't feel it was a good idea to lower my weapon.

"I just wanted to warn you from doing something foolish." She told me. "I'll be on my way."

I watched her nod before she turned around and walked over to the house she said she lived at, and it wasn't until she was inside that I looked around again and lowered my weapon.

I glanced back at the walker that was still pounding against the window, clawing at it hungrily.

I turned back to the door, and eyed it curiously. Maybe they hid the key under the welcome mat.

I bent down to raise the mat, but was disappointed to see nothing but the wood from the porch. I then checked the flower pot, before looking on the door frame.

"Ah ha!" I grinned, getting a grip on the key.

I lowered the small silver key before using it to open the door up. I looked back over to the window, and when I saw the walker still brainlessly hitting the window I quietly pushed the door open.

Then using my rifle I shot the walker down, before turning around to close the front door and locking it again.

I wouldn't want that women to follow me in, now would I?

After the door was locked I pocketed the key and looked around the house. I sighed.

Better get to looking.

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