She sat in the middle of the street, the only sign of life for miles. The girl stretched out on her back, and smirked at the reality of it all. Times Square would never be busy again. Nowhere would. For all she knew, she was the last one left. Was it even worth living for? She may as well become one of them, instead of being alone.
Sighing, she kicked the Styrofoam cup that had blown towards her away. After a few more moments of pondering, she rose and began to search for dinner. She adjusted the gun at her hip, making sure it was ready for a split moment鈥檚 notice. She looked around, trying to decide where she would be most likely to find food safely. Her eyes settled on a restaurant. She shook her head, and headed for the dumpster next to it. After six months of living in this world, in a place like Times Square, she was not likely to find food in an actual restaurant. Somehow the dumps seem to preserve the food better than the actual restaurant does.
Eating from the garbage may seem disgusting, but after being chased by what appears to be a flesh eating monster for half a year, you take what you can to survive. It bothered the girl at first, but she has gotten over the initial grossness of it all. Wiping her mouth on a random shirt in the dump, she stood and checked her gun again. She slung her backpack around and opened it. She counted something, glanced around, and pulled a notebook out of her pack. She quickly scribbled something into it, and closed it. As she was closing it, she lost her grip and dropped it. Swearing, she leaned down and picked it up. The cover said, neatly printed, 鈥楶roperty of Melissa Lucas.鈥?
Melissa Lucas is not the actual name of the girl. It鈥檚 the name of her sister. Melissa had been traveling with her older sister, Percy, for a few weeks. Melissa had lasted for eight weeks until during an encounter, she was bitten. Melissa and Percy got away, but Melissa had to tell Percy what happened before it was too late. While in a house in Baltimore, Melissa quickly told Percy the truth, then immediately ordered Percy to shoot her or she鈥檇 do it herself. Percy promptly refused, insisting that there could be a cure. Melissa called her an idiot, and told her she didn鈥檛 have long. After ten minutes of arguing, Percy finally agreed through watering eyes. Melissa had two requests of Percy before she died; stay alive, and keep writing in the journal. When this was over, detailed notes would be necessary to ensure it doesn鈥檛 happen again.
Percy closed her eyes shut as tight as she could as she pulled the trigger, heard a gasp and gunshot, and opened her eyes to find her only other companion dead in front of her. Percy didn鈥檛 cry. She moved Melissa behind a closed door, and locked it. She placed several obstacles in front of the door to keep the zombies from getting in to Melissa鈥檚 body. Before moving on to a new safe house, Percy paused. She was literally leaving her sister behind. Shaking her head and pulling her hair up, Percy adjusted her belt and walked to her new destination: New York.How can I improve this story so far?
Maybe you could use the word "she" a bit less towards the first few paragraphs, since her name hasn't yet been said. And combinding more sentences would help illiminate those extra "she" words.
the description is nice though and the plot shows a lot of potential.How can I improve this story so far?
Its really good. I enjoy the description...i think it might just be successful
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