The Vixen

Its known that everybody has a weakness, but can everyone keep their head on while facing it? "Pun Intended"



I have now settled down in a small grocery that was already somewhat supplied and well fortified. I don't know what happened to the last tenants, they may have been devoured by lifeless ghouls or taken and consumed by the cannibals. Hopefully though they went north just like most of the rest of this town. It seems only the stubborn or stupid are staying here these days. Food is not hard to come by, but once a store is cleaned out the next store is miles away so you better hope you have some transportation or at least a lot of water.

Anyways, This grocery was supplied by survivors because some of the shit in here is not store brand. Its almost like they were trying to rebuild the store into something people like me would come to to shop at during these times. It may sound like a good idea, but what good is money now? The coolers are stocked with meat, butchered crudely and still bleeding while slapped onto the racks. store shelves with ammunition and random homemade tools for protection and battle. I also found a nice hat, Ha, If you can believe that...Not even a slight scuff on it.

I'm not sure what the date is. My survivors have all left and gone north, the only person I've had with me in the past few weeks was Vanessa. We met near a gas station which had recently been turned inside out by a mediocre sized group of cannibals. This was apparent because of the cuts and other wounds to what was left of the previous survivors. I went to this as if it were a beacon sending waves of hope in the tower of smoke rising high over the trees, Why smoke was a sign of hope to me? I may never know. Walking up from over the the road i saw someone just sitting out in the open, almost as if they were baiting me in. I quickly dropped next to a pile of rubble and abandoned suitcases. Looking up over them i noticed the person wasn't hostile at all, They were almost near death it seemed. I went in for a closer look to notice that it was a woman. She wasn't baiting anyone in, she was resting, waiting for someone to save her, or something to take her. I approached cautiously, just in case she was spooked or something, i didn't know how she would react. Like a wounded animal she laid lifeless on the car, i quickly ran up to her aid asking her if she was alright and noticing she had in fact been shot, but not bitten thank god. I grabbed her up and took her back to where i was currently staying. She was passed out the whole way there.

Somehow there were no encounters along the way, hey, there's a first time for everything. I gently put her on the table, and quickly tended to the wound as best i could. From what i could tell no organs were hit and the bullet went straight through, which was good. I gave her some pills to ease the pain and help her rest. Looking in her wallet she had, i found her ID. Vanessa Parker, Age, 23.

Dusk fell upon the horizon as i awoke from the sound of what i thought may have been a raider in my kitchen. Having completely forgotten about the red headed vixen i laid out on the couch after my shit for nothing surgery, i grabbed my machete from desk near the chair and slowly went towards the kitchen. Realizing that a raider would have already found me and most likely taken shots i knew it could only have been the girl. I still moved with quiet and light steps around the corner. She was awake, and she was eating the last of my bread and meat i had in the fridge. She turned and spread her wings like an angel, looked at me with her eyes glowing a fluorescent brown and smiled.

I began to speak, but just as i did a window shattered in the living room. Running into the next room, i was overwhelmed with fear and excitement at the same time. Hacking and slashing the limbs from these creatures and watching them fall one after was like a drug to me, it was addictive, fun, and without a doubt dangerous. I could feel the breath of each one as they dropped to the floor rubbing their rotting flesh on my sweating arms and neck. Stepping over the multiple dismembered bodies,i went to the kitchen and sighed as she grabbed a knife from the knife block next to the fridge and quickly threw it straight at my head while at the same time screaming at me to get down. I jolted down onto my back and looked up to watch a nicely built corpse fall to the ground with a butchers blade lodged into its skull. I stood up and thanked her. Not much happened after that.

I was lucky enough to have a house with running water so that i could shower and keep my hygiene appropriate. She did as well. We left in the morning in search for supplies and perhaps something to keep us entertained. All throughout the day we came upon nothing but lifeless body's and buildings alike.

Dusk once again falling into play on this blank slate ready for change, we arrived at a small trailer on the road which looked to be inhabited by someone with an actual thought process and wasn't completely insane in one way or another. Looks can be deceiving, I knocked on the door of the trailer and waited, a person came forth. He was a nice looking old man, Stepping slowly with a limp, out of the trailer, he walked around and waved us to follow. We did so, only to find a sick and grotesque display of in humane inhumanity. He had Zombies locked up like animals, cages by the dozens. And just as i was about to ask why he sprung from his limp and grabbed Vanessa throwing her into a nearby pit fall with a cage with multiple undead inside. He reached for me, looking into his eyes i could see in that instant the rage, the power he felt from such acts of violence. I stumbled back catching myself on a crate i reached for my machete as he grabbed my arm forcing it back and catching me with an uppercut. It felt like i was hit with a brick, the pain sent a shock wave throughout my body making me jolt and twitch. Having less of a mind the the flesh feeders, he stood over me smiling and laughing with a sense of accomplishment not realizing i had still managed to grabbed my machete while falling to the ground. I forced the blade cleanly through his leg forcing him to the ground. I stood up, pulled him close and looked into his eyes. Now filled with only fear i could see there was still something of a man inside this pile of shit. Letting him know with only my facial expressions he knew his fate and accepted it, I thew him into the same pit in which Vanessa was forced. Calmly, i drew my pistol from its holster. One painless release for Vanessa. Four malnourished portraits of this towns most humane citizens, for the man without the limp.