((Sure, fine with me! In that case, lets ignore your last two posts, okay? And she's a girl in the sense of being female, not the kid sense. A 23 year old is not a kid, unless you're a giant tortoise or something.))
She was robbing a store. Well, it isn't stealing if you're the only human there, possible in the whole world, she reasoned. Not thinking much about that, Anastasia grabbed random items and stuffed them in her bag, constantly looking to see if the zombies had gotten in. Trail mix, cheez-its, water bottles, and a tiny loaf of bread that was being squished from all the other stuff in it, anything in reach. As long as it was edible.. She had a vague plan in mind, something along the lines of taking as much food as possible, hoard it in a bathroom, securely barricade said bathroom, and wait for as long as necessary. It was pretty much doomed to fail from the start, but fighting until she got ripped to shreds or collapsed from exhaustion didn't sound any better. The bag was full, and almost impossible to close. When she did, Anastasia grabbed a box of granola bars and a Coke (Noting with slight annoying the lack of beer in the store), then sat down on a check-out counter. Popping the soda open, she said to nobody in particular,
"Yay for grocery stores. If things go back to normal, I owe the people here a lot of money."
She took a huge gulp of soda, chuckling darkly.
"Yeah, like that'll happen. Guess I'm flying solo from now on, huh? Last human alive, maybe? Jeez, what a thought. I'm Ann, not the guy from I Am Legend. I liked that book."
She laughed again at how normal she seemed to be acting and quickly ate, listening for the zombies to break in. In the meantime, she tried sharpening her sword against the counter with limited success. Surprisingly, she was on the second can of soda before the door was smashed open, slamming into the wall with a bang.
"Dang. Well, here goes everything."
She grabbed her sword and jumped to the ground and sprinted out, avoiding the piles of broken glass that had once been windows. Were there more zombies than before?! Ann tried something she would regret in about five seconds. She tried to imitate a spinning attack from a video game she couldn't remember the name of. She swirled around on one foot faster than seemed possible, hacking apart almost everything in a five-foot radius. The bad part was she toppled over from dizziness. Ann slammed into the stair railing then tumbled down the stairs, still holding the sword, and yelped every time her head hit something, with seemed to be about 30 times a second to her, give or take a few. Dazed, she could do nothing but swear softly to herself and hope she didn't get brain damage.
The good news was she was at the bottom of the stairs, at least. Buried under a pile of zombies that suddenly appeared, she kicked randomly as hard as possible, scrambled on all fours away, then ran faster than seemed possible. Bursting out the front door, she blinked at the bright sunlight, then whooped and screamed,
"I'm ALIVE! I'm not dead, I'm not dead, hallelujah, I'M NOT A FRIGGEN ZOMBIE! WHOOO!"
Be happy while it lasts..
((Whoa, all my posts here are ridiculously long. ^^;))