It was 2020 when subject zero escaped from a research facility somewhere near Texas. It didn't take long for the monster to begin attacking civilization, quickly turning humans into an army of the Infected. It's been 4 months since the outbreak started, most of the human population have died out or turned into the infected corpses that roam around the streets looking for food. There's been rumors of a couple of safe zones that are run by the military dotted around the country, but no one really knows where. Many hold onto the hope they will find one, if they survive that long.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;">---</div><br/><br/>The streets of Colorado were empty at the crack of dawn. Desiccated corpses lay among the streets, blood splattered on walls and bordered up windows. A ghost town.<br/><br/>Jamie dragged her feet along the sidewalk, eyes heavy and stomach rumbling. She hadn't slept for what felt like weeks, food was sparse and she only had about a quarter bottle of water left. Her white tshirt and blue jeans were torn and dirty. Blood splatters varied around the clothes. She would have to go hunting soon, but right now she didn't have the energy. The girl's eyes were basically shut, she would have almost missed the desolate house had she not caught the glimpse of green against an otherwise grey street.<br/><br/>She turned towards it, stepping closely as she observed the lonesome house. A tall wall surrounded it, perfect for blocking out the infected. She wondered if anyone was inside, it didn't seem like there was. The curtains were wide open, not a wise move if someone was living inside.<br/><br/>The girl was desperate. Willing to try anything for a decent shelter for a day or two. She looked around, double checking that there was no one around before stepping on top of an empty trashcan and climbing over onto the other side. She landed delicately, crouched down low as she approached the front door. The brunette attempted to open it, twisting the door handle but to no avail. It was locked. She sighed, clasping her head in her hands. "No, no, no. Please." She whispered to herself, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before she looked around.<br/><br/>Jamie decided to check around the sides of the house. Luckily, on the right side of the house there was a backdoor. It was locked, that was obvious from a quick pull on the handle. Out of pure despair, the girl pushed her whole body against the door. Once, twice. It swung open, revealing a dusty, old kitchen.<br/><br/>Blue eyes widened with excitement as the girl rushed inside, closing the door firmly behind her. She wondered if the house had been lived in, it seemed clean apart from a layer of dust over the counters. No pictures or signs of any memories were around. The cupboards and fridge were empty. A new build perhaps?<br/><br/>After an examination of each room, the girl was satisfied with the house she'd found. Relieved that it seemed to be safe enough, at least for a couple of nights.<br/><br/>Then it dawned on her. What if there were others wandering the streets of Colarado desperate for some shelter? The nurturing side of her couldn't ignore the nagging feeling. She rushed back up the stairs, removing one of the bed sheets from the 3 bedroom house and running back outside through the front door. She laid the fabric out on the floor, rubbing her fingers into the damp mud and drawing on it. It was tricky, but she managed to do it.<br/><br/>Once the girl was finished, she sat in the hallway, resting her bow with an arrow secured on her lap and shutting her eyes. Waiting to see if anyone responded to the huge "SURVIVOR INSIDE" sheet hung outside the bedroom windows.