The Last of the Living

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individual or a very small group at the absolute most. But they didn't leave any signs of who they were or what they were trying to accomplish.
                  Finding no clear evidence that the person was still around, she decided it was best to leave and head towards her target, the national Mall. The very center of government would be the most likely places to have survived, if any place had.
                  After navigating a difficult terrain, she finally came to the national Mall. She went over to the Vietnam Memorial and that was when she saw another sign that was suspicious. A big chunk of the wall had been blown away as though it had suffered an explosion of some kind. Looking on the floor she saw what looked like discarded rocket launcher shells, and it looked like they might have been fired fairly recently.
                  As she continued up across the reflecting pool she saw something even more disturbing and shocking. Floating in the water was what looked like skeletons, the first skeletons she had seen. Whoever had produced the skeletons must have died after the bombardment had taken place.
                  She also saw more signs of dead animals that looked like they were fairly fresh. This was unnerving because it meant that the creatures could very well be around, even though so far she hadn't seen any signs of them. But it was getting to be late afternoon now and if she didn't find anything soon she felt it would be best that she retreated from the city to take cover for the night.
                  As she continued to survey the land she finally saw something that gave her pause. There was the fact that the Capitol dome appeared to have collapsed, but then she saw something as she closely approach the Lincoln Memorial. She approached it and as she looked up at Abraham Lincoln she noticed something distinctly different about him. There was a big banner wrapped around him that said "Dave was here" on it.
                  "What the hell?" she said as she scratched her head. And just as she was about to turn around she felt a tap on her shoulder.
     
     
    Chapter 15
     
    Amy jumped up and turned around and found herself face-to-face with someone wearing a full wrap around his face complete with aviator goggles as well as heavy gloves on his hands. She quickly pushed him down, took out her gun and pointed it at him.
                  "Who are you?!" she shouted she kept her gun trained on him.
                  The man put his hands up. "Don't shoot, I'm human." She could only vaguely make him out because all of the wrapping around his face.
                  "Prove it, show me your face."
                  "I don't like to take my wrappings off."
                  "Why not?"
                  "The germs."
                  "What germs?"
                  "The space germs!"
                  "You mean from the bombardment? Are the germs still in the atmosphere?"
                  "I don't know, but I am not taking any chances. But can you put the gun down; I'm not going to hurt you."
                  Amy reluctantly lowered her gun. "I'm sorry, I was just being cautious as I thought you might have been one of the creatures, one of the Zampires."
                  "Zampires?"
                  "It's what I've been calling them; it is short for zombie vampires."
                  The man laughed. "I've been calling them Vombies for the same reason."
                  "Vombies!"
                  "Hey it's not that much different from Zampires."
                  "Why don't we just call them the creatures to make it easier?"
                  "I can live with that."
                  Amy put her gun in its holster and extended her hand. "I'm Amy

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