Supernaturals

if Anna told you she was very athletic, her long straight legs, her fit and flexible body, how vibrant her strides were, how assertive her stance was—these and more w

headstart. They were slow, very idiotic and weaker than the average human—yet they had succeeded in killing almost a third of Supernaturals, and almost all of humanity. Everyone feared the zombies, it didn't matter if you could bring fire from your mouth or

to cover more ground. This time when they had gone out on their usual weekly hunt, being fed up with going out every weekend, they had decided to push fear aside and make their way into the city. They had collectively—the regular twelve people who always went for the food hunt—decided to move beyond the

food. They felt like it would be difficult but they would get more food—may be more than their bags and bicycles' front baskets could hold. The first attack had been terrifying and had made Anna have a double mind. Close to two hun

appened. Ostensibly, they had come nowhere but from everywhere. They couldn't think of fighting, all that was left to do was run. As expected, when the first set had come after them, others followed. Without being hyperbolic at all, Anna could beat her chest and say that at the very least, sixty thousand

ould really hurt her. Then it occurred to her that she should try to communicate with fellow witches/wizards in the city, but that meant she had to find a place where she would sit quietly and meditate. She had done a little bit of a search before she saw a car that actually had a door. She tried to start it

hicles? How about sc

s. She prayed for the former. Tears poured down her face, if only they had listened and sought for any crap they could take as food, maybe t

ime she decided to. It was savage, ugly and quite scary too. It had some tattered clothes around its body, it was difficult to say what race it was but Anna guessed it had been caucasian. Also, it had been a woman before the Hamzak-101 had struck the world, though she hadn't any breast anymore—they seemed to have been severed—it was appar

e car. Cars were as rare as gold, whoever owned it, sure as hell, stole them too. So it was fair. She couldn't just drive and head nowhere, she had to think. She had

mind, she felt even

business walking into the compound. She was in a car, an actual car, the only car she had seen in months was Mason's—her kid brother's toy car. But she wasn't thinking clearly, she couldn't leave the city and find her way back home if she didn't