As the morning sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow across the hallway, Lysandra found herself with a long list of errands to tackle. With a sigh, she grabbed her bag and was about to leave.
Just as she reached the door, she bumped into Kevan, who was walking out of his room. He chuckled softly and said, "Looks like we're both on the move early today, Lys."
She smiled back, a hint of weariness in her eyes. "Yeah, seems like it's going to be one of those days. Got a lot to take care of."
Kevan nodded sympathetically. "I hear you. Well, take care out there. Let me know if you need any backup."
"Thanks, Kev," Lysandra replied gratefully. "I'll keep that in mind. See you later."
With that, she headed out the door while Kevan was walking behind her.
But as she prepared to step out, her father's voice stopped her in her tracks. "Wait a sec, dear!"
She turned to see him approaching, a concerned look on his face.
"Are you heading out already?"
"Yeah, Dad. You know, I've got some errands to run today." She adjusted the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
"Alright, just be careful out there. And remember, avoid any unnecessary risks. Stick to the main streets, and if you encounter any trouble, don't hesitate to come back home."
"I'll try, Dad," she replied, forcing a small smile. "But I'm not sure if it's safe out there on the main streets. The city's been unpredictable lately, and I don't want to take any chances."
She bit her lips as she added, "And I'm not even sure if the zombies are not lurking around. It's been chaotic since the outbreak, and I'd rather not risk running into any trouble."
Ronan nodded in understanding with thoughtful expression. "I see your point. So, what's your plan then? How do you intend to tackle your errands without venturing into the city?"
She paused, considering her options. "Well, I was thinking as I made a list of what we need and then see if I can scavenge some of it from nearby abandoned buildings or perhaps trade with other survivors. We'll need essentials like food, water, medical supplies, and perhaps some tools or materials for repairs around the bunker."
"We should also look for seeds or saplings for our gardens and any other farming supplies we might need," she added. "It's crucial to ensure we have a sustainable source of food in case things get even worse out there."
His expression turned solemn as he gave his advice with concern. "Listen, Lys, I know it's risky out there. The dangers of the remaining zombies, bandits, raiders, and the ever-watchful Acheron army are lurking around everywhere. Make sure you stay vigilant, keep your eyes peeled for any signs of danger, and trust your instincts. Stick to the plan, but be prepared to adapt if necessary."
He paused, his gaze searching hers for reassurance. "Promise me you'll be careful, okay? And in case anything happens to you..." He swallowed hard, unable to finish the thought. "Just promise me you'll do whatever it takes to come back to us safe and sound. We'll be waiting for you here, no matter what." His eyes glistened with unshed tears. "Please, my dear, take care of yourself. We can't bear the thought of losing you."
As his words sank in, Lysandra felt a mix of emotions wash over her. There was an awkward tension in the air, a sense of restlessness suddenly creeping up her spine. It felt like an emotional but weird moment, as if this was a farewell.
She swallowed hard, trying to push down the knot forming in her throat, and managed a weak smile. "Don't worry, Dad. I'll be fine. I'll make it quick and come back before you know it. Nothing's going to happen."
Kevan's expression softened, and he reached out to squeeze her shoulder gently. "You got this, Lys. Just be careful, okay? Keep your guard up and watch your back. We need you back here in one piece," he said with a chuckle.
She nodded. "I will. Thanks for looking out for me. I'll make sure to stay alert and come back safely."
As Kevan swung the gate open, she stepped out into the crisp morning air, greeted by the serene beauty of the valley.
Nestled in the Croydosa Valley, her house stood far from the bustling street and crowded residential areas. Surrounded by rolling hills and scattered houses and ranches dotted the landscape, the valley offered a tranquil refuge from the uncertainties beyond its borders.
She took a moment to take in the peaceful surroundings before setting off on her errands.
Heading out on her errands, she couldn't shake off the heaviness that settled in her chest. This journey felt off, way different from her usual trips. There was an eerie vibe in the air, like a storm brewing just out of sight. Despite her attempts to stay positive, a creeping unease nagged at her, hinting at dangers she couldn't quite pinpoint.
Turning around for one last glance at her house, Lysandra couldn't shake the feeling of reluctance. It stood there, sturdy yet vulnerable against the backdrop of the valley, a silent witness to the uncertain times they lived in.
With a heavy heart, she tore her gaze away, steeling herself for whatever awaited her.
As she walked further into the valley, Lysandra made her way towards the Hutcheson ranch, hoping they would have the items she needed on her list. The ranch was known for selling farming supplies, and she had frequented it many times before the doomsday.
With each step, she pressed on, determined to gather the supplies necessary for their farm and return home as quickly as possible.
As she stepped onto the grounds of the Hutcheson ranch, an unsettling feeling washed over her when she laid eyes on the dilapidated house before her. The once sturdy structure now stood weather-beaten and worn, with patches of peeling paint and broken windows. Despite the sun casting its warm glow over the scene, there was an eerie stillness in the air.
As she got closer, a shiver crept up her spine since she had no idea what would be there.
She couldn't shake off the strange sensation that someone or something was watching her from the shadows, adding the creepy air surrounding the property.
With a cautious step forward, she braced herself for whatever she might find inside, her mind racing with anxiety as she pushed open the creaking door and entered the quiet darkness within.
Every creak of the old floorboards and rustle of the wind outside made her feel more uneasy.
Suddenly, strong hands sprang out of the shadows, grabbing her arms and pulling her further into the darkness.