I drove my customized R.V. down the road looking for wanderers who were thrown out of Arachnida either because they could not afford to live there any more or because they broke one of their ridiculous rules.I have been doing this job for seven long and hard years, but the apocalypse has been going on for ten. Our nation has been divided and is now a great schism. Between the rich, and the poor and affected. I pulled to a stop when I saw a man dressed in Aachnadian clothing. I grabbed my semi-automatic rifle. I made sure I had my ammo, pistol, and both daggers with me. You can never be too safe.
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I staggered through the woods trying not to attract zombies. That was a difficult task considering that I am weak, hungry, and thirsty, but I made it. I stumbled into the street and saw an R.V. come to a stop. A bronze woman came out of the R.V. She was wearing a black camisole, camouflage pants, a purple jacket, and black boots. Her dark brown, wild, and curly hair was thrown in a pony tail. I would have admired her more but the rifle in her hand is what got my attention. I put my hand on the knife I stole in my pocket. Ready to do whatever it takes to survive. She glared at me then pointed her gun to shoot a zombie, she had perfect accuracy.
"Get up!" She demanded. I got up without hesitation and we started walking.
"Do you want to die?" She asked
"No." I replied
"Then hurry up!" She hissed. We finally made it inside the R.V. As soon as we were inside she locked all ten locks present on her door.
"Get undressed." She demanded. I just stared at her dumbfounded at her request.