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readytoflyThe entire world might not be in complete shambles, but the world that Anna could see definitely was. After they ran out of petrol somewhere near the coast, in the freezing winter weather and with no provisions or food or even a plan, she wondered what would get them first - the undead or the elements.
While the weather tried its best, the zombies certainly tried to stay in the competition. At some point, she got separated from Steph and Nick. Anna hoped they were still alive (she couldn't think otherwise, she couldn't let herself think she was alone in the world, even if she hadn't seen another living soul in weeks), but she knew she had to push on. That's how she managed to scrape by, raiding farmhouses for food and replacing her giant candy cane with a more seasonably inappropriate cricket bat. By mid-February she found herself to an abandoned RAF base and, through some frustrating trial and error, managed to get one of the radios working. Then she sent out a distress message, although it really didn't end up where she thought it would.
Maybe it was because she figured out how to use the system correctly. Or, maybe, it was an artifact of the fact that she had no idea what she was doing. Either way, the message pinged out into the wide universe, winding up a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, in the hands of a fellow resistance fighter.
At first, Anna was just relieved to grasp some kind of human connection, even if she had a hard enough time believing Finn's story as much as he probably had believing hers. But it was the first interaction she'd had with any being outside of the groans and grunts of the zombies who plagued her every time she left her shelter, and she was glad for it. And that was good enough, until, somehow, the undead got the message that there was fresh meat hiding out in the radio tower and began their own decent.
Which was the point where she asked for help.
Finn said a few days, but they passed by slowly and at this point, she isn't sure she'll survive the hour. She's been cornered up on the roof, bat in one hand and freezing wind whipping around her, with no means of escape than up. If Finn doesn't come through for her, Anna knows her number was up.
He's her only hope.
While the weather tried its best, the zombies certainly tried to stay in the competition. At some point, she got separated from Steph and Nick. Anna hoped they were still alive (she couldn't think otherwise, she couldn't let herself think she was alone in the world, even if she hadn't seen another living soul in weeks), but she knew she had to push on. That's how she managed to scrape by, raiding farmhouses for food and replacing her giant candy cane with a more seasonably inappropriate cricket bat. By mid-February she found herself to an abandoned RAF base and, through some frustrating trial and error, managed to get one of the radios working. Then she sent out a distress message, although it really didn't end up where she thought it would.
Maybe it was because she figured out how to use the system correctly. Or, maybe, it was an artifact of the fact that she had no idea what she was doing. Either way, the message pinged out into the wide universe, winding up a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away, in the hands of a fellow resistance fighter.
At first, Anna was just relieved to grasp some kind of human connection, even if she had a hard enough time believing Finn's story as much as he probably had believing hers. But it was the first interaction she'd had with any being outside of the groans and grunts of the zombies who plagued her every time she left her shelter, and she was glad for it. And that was good enough, until, somehow, the undead got the message that there was fresh meat hiding out in the radio tower and began their own decent.
Which was the point where she asked for help.
Finn said a few days, but they passed by slowly and at this point, she isn't sure she'll survive the hour. She's been cornered up on the roof, bat in one hand and freezing wind whipping around her, with no means of escape than up. If Finn doesn't come through for her, Anna knows her number was up.
He's her only hope.
