Through the forest

Status: Uninfected

Your Equipment: Ruined sandals, Ragged Panties, Hunting Knife

Your Inventory: Bottled Water (2), Flashlight, Batteries (2), Duct Tape (2'), Twine (30'), Blanket, Tattered Sundresses (2), Ragged Panties (3), Cabin Keys, Ragged Bra

You'd much rather risk the woods than the highway, and so you turn downhill, stepping off the dirt road, out to make your own path down to the city.

What follows is four of the most arduous days you could have imagined. The farther down you went, the denser the forest grew, and the harder it came to both find a path through the woods, and to see some signs of the city. Your arms and legs are scratched to hell from branches and brambles. Your clothes are snagged and torn, disintegrating a little more every time you end up in a thicket, or misjudge a branch.

You got lost the second day, and actually ended up walking nearly five miles parallel to the city instead of towards it, before a small rise let you see it clearly for the first time. The devastation is tremendous. Entire buildings have burned, a few more still are still burning, car and debris litter the streets, and it just doesn't look welcoming anymore. You question the wisdom of coming to the city, but, by this point, you're far too low on food and water to turn back, and so you persevere.

On that fourth day, though, you finally find yourself near the outskirts of the city, and not a moment too soon. Your tank-top and shorts aren't even worthy of the name anymore, nothing more than shredded tatters of fabric that dangle, flapping in the wind, completely failing to hide anything. Your bra is safe in your pack, stowed there when you realized early on your lightweight clothing was taking a beating. Your right sandal tried to completely give up the ghost when you stumbled into a patch of sucking mud near a creek. It's missing all of its' straps but the ankle strap, and is being held to your foot by a strip of duct tape. The left one isn't faring much better.

Your food and water situation is dire, with all of two bottles of water left out of everything you brought. At least its' warmer down here, and you take a moment to shuck the remnants of your shorts and tank-top.

You've got to find supplies, and soon. You're sitting next to the suburbs now, once-nice lawns no longer maintained, signs of fire damage on several of the houses. Most of the houses look like they've been vandalized in some way, and you wonder just what's left inside of them. You've seen what you assume to be a few Infected in the streets, but there don't seem to be many here. Your house is in this area, several blocks into the suburbs. Your other option is to stick to the forest a little while longer, and circle around to the industrial district. From your vantage point, it seems to be fairly intact, and furthermore isn't exactly where people would go looking to loot when the apocalypse strikes.