Survival Instinct
“All these weeks, all these months, all that fucking work… it was all for nothing. She was tired of all these highs and lows she’d been riding. First there was the thrill of the unknown, then the fear of starvation. She found food, and then thought she had a friend… until she’d become zombie chow. And just when she thought she’d be okay, knowing there was a place to go, and then finding out the place was empty? Not just of people, but actual supplies to scavenge. God, her gun was just looking more and more appealing.
She curled up with the dog, whining and licking at the tears as they poured down her face. She was so desperately sick of being alone. Okay, she silently corrected as the dog curled up tight at her side, offering comfort. Perhaps she wasn’t alone, but she was so very lonely. She knew it was stupid, but she’d built up this image of this strong, intelligent man who would help keep her and her unborn baby safe, and now it all fell down around her.
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