Sharon's POV.
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Sharon had a feeling she was getting Isekai'd, Oh, but she wasn't, the only thing she was doing was waking up in the middle of a
"ZOMBIE FUCKING APOCALYPSE" she yelled. All attention was now on her, she then muttered one very obvious thing" Oh, I'm so Fucked"
She then ran, as fast as she could, without taking a second look at where she was passing by. She then entered an Abandoned coffee shop, with it's once vibrant sign now weathered and cracked, reading Prestige & Coffee.
The place held a feeling of time being slowed, and the air getting thick of nostalgia.
The place was dimly lit, the shops windows being boarded up, allowing slivers of light to pierce through, dust motes dancing in the sunbeam creating an ethereal athmosphere.
She stepped in, the response of her entry being floorboards creaking under her weight,
and menus being as old as my Greatgrandma, words on it being faded saying stuff like , Latte, Cappucino, Espresso, yet the taste will always linger. Empty shelves that were once lively with bags of coffee now sags under the weight of dust, the aroma of coffee now long gone.
The lights flickering like they sinned and now are getting punished.Oh, but... The homey feeling still lingeres, with the cakes looking as used as our presidents( No Name), the sweets and candies still looking good, tho' they are Expired.
Sharon grabs a Muffin and an Americano saying" A person is what they eat" then she dug in, with her meal being as simple as she is, yet with an oh-so complicated life.
She would have forgotten where she was if she wasn't constantly hearing gutteral sounds and the screams of other humans with large chunks of flesh getting torn off their skin.
"Oh, a meal to remember" sharon says.
She almost lets out a hearty laugh, but like every other Protagonist, Bad things happen occassionaly, Right? And i don't think she knows that.