Sunday, Bloody Sunday (private <3)

Ugh, I always thought Zombie Apolcalypse's were cool. Some undead creatures crawling to eat my brains, having to fend them off with only my wits and my weapons. I didn't think it would be this boring. Any self-respecting Zombie would be out day and night. But no, these Zombies have decided to only come out at night, leaving us the day to prepare.
Looking around the slowly crowding Mess Hall, I shook my head.
Idiots.

Obviously I had taken some of those daylight hours to go back to the Cabin and pack a duffel bag of clothes and other stuff. Ambrosia, Nectar, a torch. My zippo lighter and a couple boxes of cigarettes.
Just like a sleepover. "Oooo, lets paint our nails and tell each other scary stories while being incredibly big girls! How fun!". More like "Oh, its nighttime. Look at all those rotting corpses coming to kill us all. how fun!"
I was wearing an American flag style Tank Top, with ripped skinny jeans and a worn down pair of red converse. Since it seemed like a sort of theme, I also had an American flag necklace and earrings on.
You'd think I was an American Soldier in Call of Duty Black Ops. Gonna defend my homeland in my homeland colors and all that crap. Please.
My hair was hanging down in its usual brown curls, and I was tempted to pull it back, given my plans for the night.

I'd been in the Mess Hall for ages. Mostly, I'd chosen here cause of the food. Food was nice.
But it was getting boring sitting around. The sun was well on its way to setting and Campers were slowly trickling in, in groups of two or three, too afraid to be on their own.
Oh come on! I thought we had already established that Zombies don't come out in the day? Everyone should just grow a backbone...
It was bad enough that the I had chosen a really quiet corner to sit in, and now it wasn't quiet anymore because of stupid people coming in. Couldn't anyone have some peace and quiet during a Zombie Apolcaypse? No? Too much to ask? Thought so.

Making a face as another group of about five people came through the door, I pulled out the box of cigarettes and took one of the white and tan sticks out. Carefully, so as not to drop the thing (Little chance of that, but one could not be too careful), I pulled out my Zippo Lighter and lit it, taking a large puff and blowing the smoke out in one long breath.
'Hey! Could you not smoke in here?! Its gonna be bad enough with so many people crowded in one place without that problem!' some kid a couple seats down from me, who'd only arrived a couple minutes ago, sounded pretty annoyed.
Yeah, carry on being annoyed.
I stood and shouldered my duffel bag, taking another puff. Then, walking away, I stopped too blow the smoke out right in his face, which sent him into a little coughing fit.
'Yeah. Whatever. My heart goes out too you, not. I have better things to be doing than being told by you to stop smoking.'

The next corner I found, I almost hoped would be okay. It looked okay. This girl was blowing bubbles. Blowing bubbles, blowing smoke, not much of a difference.
When she spoke to me, I felt like doing exactly what I did to the guy earlier, and then just walking out. But the whole playing nice thing and keeping my nice new spot made me give her a sideways look.
'Hey.'

Why you continue to torture yourself, I have no idea. Every single person knows at this point that they survive longer when they don't talk to you. You know at this point that you prefer your own company. So why in the hell do you continue going to crowded places, letting yourself be taking to like you're someone... shudder, nice. It confounds me...
In complete honesty, I probably would have told myself to shut up if I had't been in present company. But then I probably would have been labelled insane as well as slightly evil.
Yeah. I can do without that particular label.
In reply to the girls first sentence, I shrugged and made a slight face.
'Yeah. Well I don't let jerks tell me to stop smoking. So if I don't take it or do what they tell me to, then I wouldn't expect you to... stop blowing bubbles or whatever.'

I watched in mild amusement at the girls antics. If it had been me I would have let it progress to a fight. Would have livened up the whole room.
Wonder who would have won if it had been a fair fight. The girl doesn't strike me as a pushover
I took another deep drag of my cigarette, and I savored the taste of the tobacco before blowing the smoke out in one big puff.
The girl, now introduced as Alaska, Daughter of Khione (How ironic. Either her Father was very, very dumb, or he had no idea what the weather in Alaska was like... so dumb either way.) seemed to be waiting for me to answer. Obviously, any other day I would have simply let her wait and never replied. But it was a Zombie apocalypse, and there was a good chance I'd endup dead by the end of it. So being nice was probably in order.
'Rana... Jackson. Eris.'

Oh great, the teen squad had arrived. More people, just what I wanted- Not. I wonder would it look bad if I got up and left... snort. When have I ever cared about looking bad.
The kid was carrying a plate of food, and I really felt like knocking the ash of my cigarette out into it. As in, I could imagine doing it. And that image was very amusing to me.
Now now Rana, don't be mean.
Snort.
I waved my free hand at him and averted my eyes so as not to make eye contact.
'Whatever. Just don't sit down next to me, kid. You may live to regret that decision.'

Cameron Ragland

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