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I trudged through the deep snow, trying to get as far from civilisation as possible. The forest was dark, it was desolate and it was safe. For a few weeks, there had been reports of some kind of infection spreading around the world like wildfire. Our harbours and airports had all been closed as several countries succumbed to this virus but it was too late. It had already breached Russia and was now beginning to cause chaos and turmoil around the major cities. I did what I had to do to survive, I left my family who were willing to sit at home and ride it out but I knew the truth. We had to move to stay alive, this plague had no remorse nor did it discriminate. My name is Anastasia, Ana for short. Before the madness began, I was a student at a public college in Novokuznetsk. At the age of twenty-three, I had a bright future ahead of me but for the past few weeks, that future got dimmer and dimmer, now it seemed like it was entirely burnt out. I knew that if mankind was to survive this apocalypse, we?d be hurting a lot. Our supplies would eventually run out, our power and our hope of survival post apocalypse. The snow started to get thicker, covering my long, black hair and began to tangle in my eyelashes as it whipped against my face ferociously. The storm was getting worse and I needed some kind of shelter but in the woods, the chances were slimmer than my body. The wind howled around the trees and the icy air filled my lungs making me struggle to breathe. My aching legs were now beginning to struggle as I tried my hardest to keep going. My father had always described me as been just like him, stubborn. I knew I had to stop but my horror made me continue. The cities weren?t safe but neither was trekking through a severe avcılar escort bayan snowstorm. I eventually came to my senses as I tripped over an object concealed by the snow. With my hands outstretched, I cushioned the fall against a nearby tree trunk. The rough, hard bark ripped through the wool of my gloves and grazed the palms of my hands, drawing blood to the surface. A sharp stinging pain shot up my arms as I sat in the snow, watching as blood filled the wounds before dripping into the snow. Tears filled my eyes but this injury was the least of my worries. Plunging one hand into the white blanket, I felt some kind of fabric as well as a pole like object. Pulling at it, the snow began to separate and an old tent appeared from underneath. It must have collapsed due to the weather but it seemed to be still intact and worthy of giving shelter. I pulled it higher; pitching it up until it was high enough for me to crawl inside. As the sheets separated, some of the snow followed me in preventing me from closing them back up. I sat facing the opening, watching as the snow beat against the earth. Just watching something so peaceful could make one forget about the horrors and the carnage taking place around the world. I ran my hand over my hair, brushing the snowflakes from it as I did and then I began my wait. The darkness stretched on forever and all I could think about was my family. My parents had always told me to stay away from these woods. An ancient folk?s tale described it as a malevolent and devilish place that should remain undisturbed. As a kid, it truly made me stay away to avoid the horrific torture it bestowed on anyone but as an adult, I saw it for what it really was, a forest that was easy beylikdüzü escort bayan to get lost in. Minutes turned to hours as I sat there in the tent. The storm showed no signs of slowing and the blotches of blood in the snow were covered by a fresh layer of whiteness. Owls were hooting in the distance adding an element of creepiness to the scene but I had nothing to worry about, nobody was here. It then crossed my mind about the tent. Whose tent was it? Where were they? What happens if they come back? I then heard the sounds of footsteps crunching against the snow outside. They were coming from each direction and as I looked through the opening, I saw shadows begin to emerge from behind the trees. I started to scream as they approached me, groaning as they did. Within seconds, the tent was completely surrounded by these creatures and my heart was pounding with fright. The groans were almost deafening as they all stood outside the tent, as if they were toying with me. Just as it seemed like they couldn?t get to me, the sides of the tent were ripped open, allowing the cold wind to rush through. I was violently pulled from the tent by multiple hands and brought into the snowstorm. As I stood there scared to death, I looked around at the horde of people surrounding me. Their bloodstained clothes made them look like psychopathic killers and their teeth were sharper than razors as their lower jaws drooped. Unlike the images of violence I had seen on the TV, these infected were allowing me to stand there, unharmed. Just as I completed my circle, a man approached me. His chequered shirt was torn, revealing a muscular torso with a bite mark on his chest. I couldn?t help but reach my hand out to touch the wound. esenyurt escort His body was cold and his blood was no longer flowing. It was as if he was dead rather than suffering from a disease. I then looked at the others; they all seemed to be the same. No blood was flowing from their wounds and their skin was a lot paler than normal. ?Can you hear me?? I asked the man stood in front of me. He turned his head and growled loudly as I watched on in concern. The growl echoed around the trees and more shadows began to emerge, making the throng larger. Four more men joined me in the centre of the group. Unlike the first man, these seemed to be authority figures. Two of them police officers and the other two were firemen. Strangely enough, one of the firemen and one of the police officers were topless making it easier to distinguish between the two. The topless fire fighter was around five foot ten and extremely muscular where as the fully clothed one was a few inches taller and of equal build. On the other hand, the topless police officer was about six foot two and had an average build just like what I assumed to be his partner. I admired each of them as they stood there with their eyes fixed on my puny five foot four body. The man in the chequered shirt let out a loud roar which made the other people seem to back away from me but remained in a circle allowing no escape. ?What now then?? I asked them. The five men each gave me blank expressions as they started to approach me. Their limp hands started to run over my body, removing my coat as they did. My skin was now exposed to the freezing cold air as they continued to caress my body. My nipples were standing at attention and pressing against the cotton of my t-shirt. With one quick slash of his hand, the man in the chequered shirt ripped the clothes from my torso and onto the floor leaving my body partially naked. The cold air surrounded my breasts in an instant and now I couldn?t tell if my nipples were erect due to horniness or the climate.