004. coexisting

                                    

                                          

BLOOD RAIN
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coexisting, twd

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          



365 days into the outbreak
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         THE brain. You had to stab them, shoot them or anything in the brain. Or anywhere in the head that would hit the brain, killing its functions. If the brain couldn't function, the dead couldn't either. That was the only way to make sure they wouldn't come back.
Angie had been doing just that since the start of the outbreak. She hadn't realized why, or that she was even going for the head in general, and never even noticed that the ones she killed never came back to life. It just felt right after the first one.
However, according to a certain scaredy-cat priest, killing was a sin. But, the brunette could care less. Angie had changed a lot in the past year. 
Her face looked older, more mature. Like she had experienced every possible thing a person could. Her hair was longer, darker. Touching the lower circle of her back when she let it down. 
More clusters of freckles adorned her nose and cheeks that shined in the sunlight. And she was seeing the world from 2 inches higher. Being taller came to her advantage in the new world.
She had been staying at the church using it as a sanctuary. It was the reasonable thing to do in her mind. The church had food, it was in a desolate location, and she was practically by herself which she loved. But she still had to see him every day.
Father Gabriel was a guilt-stricken useless priest. He didn't do anything to survive the mess that the world was. He thought that God would lead the way for him and everything would be fine. But God had abandoned them a while ago. 
So, Angie had to take care of him and make sure that he didn't end up dead. She didn't owe him anything. In fact, he might've been her least favorite person in the world, and that said a lot. 
Angie would go out every day to feel useful. She hated not doing anything, especially now. The girl would hunt, collect any water she found, and practice throwing her knives into trees. The brunette also scoped the perimeter of their camp every day, killing any stray dead that was too close to her liking. 
She never talked to Gabriel. He would eat the food she got and drink the water. Countless times of trying to thank the girl every day for her contribution or to apologize for what he had done. The girl wouldn't answer, she barely spared a look at him. And at a certain point, he stopped trying. They were just coexisting. The only problem at hand big enough to care about being survival.