Conor woke up in her room above her dad's old bike shop. She looked over to the tatty calander she kept by her bed. It had been a whole month since everyone left. She got quite lonely at times, especialy since her phone stopped working and she couldn't check on her friends. She got dressed in baggy black jenes that had a tear in the left knee and a long black shirt with the collar ripped off. Over that she pulled on a leather jacket that came to her calves.<br/>She got down to the shop to see all the barracades still in place. Some blood stains were on the floor, she had tried cleaning it up with disinfectant but it wouldn't come off. She sighed and looked at the picture of her and her dad on the wall aboce the counter, the glas had broken but the picture was still clear. She missed him deeply, she had no idea where he was. She headed to the kitchen out back and looked around at what rations she had left. She made a mental note to take one of the bikes out to grab some food in the supermarket, if it wasn't infested, her dad always left a hand gun at the front dest, she'd only looked at it but never used it. Deciding she would get more food tomorrow she picked up a packet of pasta shells and put them to cok in one of the remaining saucepans to eat later. Conor moved into the garage in the basement and started working on her custom built bike.