<div style="text-align: left;">(http://i48.tinypic.com/ofbz49.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><strong>DESI KRIST TERE</strong></span><br/>Location: abandoned house, Wellington<br/>With: Marcus<br/><br/>Her dreams were filled with nightmares, full of cannibal creatures and rotting friends. She didn't know how to run from it, all she knew was that her body and mind were to eventually be eaten and die. Desi woke up to the distant crowing of birds, many outnumbering the living humans in the last few weeks. Her body was stiff from laying on a hard wooden floor but she made due with some abandoned sheets and pillows.<br/>She hated it, the whole situation was fucked up and she knew it. Being 17 didn't offer much in strength nor intelligence against the shit storm that they landed in. Denver was supposed to be safe, full of police and shelter from any sort of problem. She should've known though, the cruel nature of humans being able to eat one another.<br/>Marcus and her hadnt been in Wellington long, sheltered in this shithole of a house. They needed to leave today to find more food, their last can of corn laid pitifully in her bag. Desi was used to being hungry and knew that Marcus could understand, he found her on the streets. Life was hard but now everyone was on her level, homeless, it didnt feel fair still. Everyone was forced to live on the run like her but she had the choice once her family passed away. Angry and regretful, Desi rolled the blankets off of her before scrambling to the bathroom.<br/><br/>None of the plumbing worked, of course, but she made due with a bucket before she would confront her partner in this hellhole. Desi looked out the windows as she walked across the living room, papers and overturned furniture scattered across it. They were considered squatters, and the house matched.<br/>The sun was just rising, another sunrise to another day filled with flesh eaters. Desi wouldn't admit it to anyone but she felt sorry for those turned into cannibals. She didnt notice Marcus standing in the living room until she turned around. He was quiet, a good quality in a watchman but she knew he couldn't hold out for too long without sleep. "Mornin..." Desi sighed, she wasn't at all surprised at him standing there waiting for her.