chicosredhead

Disclaimer: This story isn't finished by any means. If you have any advice as to how I can improve it, just say so in the comments! Please keep it clean and mature. Thanks! Summary In a zombie apocalypse, a National Guard woman named Gracia Toledo struggles to find her way home. January 3 1345/1:45 PM Day 1 The Kentucky sun was blazing. Gracia Toledo, a young, black-haired, brown-skinned, brown-eyed Latina woman was tired of walking but knew she had to keep going. Her legs ached and sweat dripped from her face; a rare sight for her, as she normally never sweat. She was dressed in full Military gear or, more specifically, Operational Camouflage Pattern, or OCPs. She had a massive assault pack full of gear, and a loaded M4 Carbine. She understood that it would be dangerous to fire, as it would attract every undead creature coming and going. It had been nearly 12 hours since the dead rose from their graves. They started infecting everyone far too quickly. There was