It was March 1st, 2012 and the rain pelted against Aureliaâ€™s umbrella. Damiana looked down the street and between the cars piled among other belongings. There was no sign of any zombies that she had seen so far. The water soaked her silver white hair and the tank top she was wearing. It stuck to her curves and revealed that she wasnâ€™t wearing a bra. She held her gun firmly and she kept herself alert and cautious. Her eyes darted from place to place; searching for a place they could settle for the night and not get their brains eaten.<br/><br/>Looked across the street, there was an apartment. She was about to move when she quickly ducked. Damiana heard a crack like noise and she help her little sister back, putting her finger to her lips and telling her to go over and hide behind a dumpster. Aurelia obeyed, closing her umbrella she hid successfully.<br/><br/>Damiana looked back out slowly and surveyed her surroundings. The rain was making it hard the focus on anything moving but she tried her best. Not knowing what was out there scared her, but she stayed strong and listened, watched, and waited. Slowly she knelt. Grabbing some mud she wiped it on her face to mask her scent. Slowly and carefully she got up and crept into the streets. Then all of a sudden something tackled her. It was a zombie. She kicked at its head and pushed its heavy weight off of her. Skidding back several times she steadied her gun to the dead things head and shot several times. Then she drop kicked it and smashed her boot into its face and watched as the zombie became limp.<br/><br/>She sighed and rushed back over to her small sister. â€œAre you alright?â€ she checked franticly for anything injured.<br/><br/>Aurelia came out of the cramped space and looked at her dirty sister, â€œYeah, Iâ€™m fine! But now Iâ€™m dirty and so are you. Also, more importantly, are you okay?â€<br/><br/>Damiana was glad that her sister was unharmed. â€œYeah Iâ€™m fine. And a little dirty wonâ€™t kill us before the zombies do,â€ she joked with her sister. Then she picked her up and kissed her forehead. â€œLetâ€™s get moving, we are going to scope that apartment over there okay?â€<br/><br/>Aurelia nodded and when she was set down, she followed her sisters every move and made it safely across the street.  Damiana looked through the windows of the abandoned building, to dark to see anything, she concluded that going inside was the best way to check. â€œLia, I want you to get your gun and have it ready in case we encounter something, you hear me?â€<br/><br/>Aurelia nodded and grabbed the heavy gun her sister had lent her. She was determined not to fail her sister, even if she didnâ€™t exactly trust Damiana very much. She was still her older sister and she respected that. Aurelia slithered into the building after Damiana. Gun ready, even if she hadnâ€™t known how to use it, and umbrella in easy reach.<br/><br/>The darkness shrouded them, but soon Damianas eyes adjusted to the shadows. She searched around for any signs of the living, and any signs of the dead.