Mikena walked over to the door and placed her ear upon the wood.  All sounded quiet--too quiet.<br/>She held a map in her hand on a leaflet torn from a traveler's guide map that the girls stumbled upon a few days ago at a local run-down store.<br/><br/>'There's gotta be some good resources around here somewhere..' she thought to herself.<br/><br/>Upon opening the door, sunshine poured down on Mikena like liquid gold.  Although the sun wasn't alone: The stench of complete rot seemed stagnant and permanent in the air.  There were more of those foul zombies rising each day because of missing 'resources' to feed on.<br/><br/>How queer, humans as 'resources' for zombies.  The whole concept didn't seem right.<br/><br/>What of the animals?  Were they unaffected?  Were they mauled, left to rot, and spread the new zombie plague through airborne particles, or were they just gutted from the monstrosities?<br/><br/>Mikena quickly closed the door behind her and felt a warm breeze upon her skin.  The simple things in life were now the things she was grateful for the most.  With a solitary stretch, Mikena yawned and started her gate duty till the others were up.  She wondered what Mira was off to, but she was always the silent type and 'brains' of the group.<br/><br/>Something felt right today to Mikena.  Maybe the group would get a lucky break?<br/>'Naw, that's too much to ask for," Mikena sighed to herself.