#threads; hategettingold

[g-virussurvivorarchive-blog]

c:\\ Cold

Sherry had to remind herself that she never had the time to check all the bodies. To see if anyone that had be on the streets still had a pulse. One or two seemed to suffice, touching the juggular or the wrist to feel the blood move beneath her fingers. It just confirmed her fears, everyone in the street was dead. Why...why was she checking? Why did she even bother?

For moments like this.

She touched his neck, feeling the flutter of blood under her fingers and Sherry's pale eyes lit up. She quickly holstered the gun, “I've got someone!” she called out, reaching over to pull the gentleman upright. The city behind her was on fire. The ground and area was covered in bodies and in the distance , untheatening to her and the boy, were shambling, lifeless creatures.

“Can you hear me?” she asked quietly, searching his face for a reaction.