ENNY
Riding a bicycle in the night in the middle of the apocalypse with nothing but a crowbar and a back pack on my shoulder was weird. Really weird.
My hair whipped back and the breeze rushed at me as I pedalled down the road towards Westwilde. It felt freeing in a way but my heart couldn't stop pounding because I was going to have to walk through a horde to see if my loved ones were still in the estate. I really hope they wouldn't be any of the infected that I'll encounter there.
I slowed down the pace at which I pedalled the bicycle because I didn't want to sweat and have my scent overpower that of Ezra's which was on the clothes I was wearing. That wouldn't be a good thing because if my scent overpowers his, I really might get eaten alive. I shuddered at the thought of getting torn apart by infected before I picked up the pace after a while.
