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Zhia awoke to an intense rumbling that shook her to her very core and nearly jarred her out of her tree.
To be fair, earthquakes weren’t all that common in Asia (or anywhere else in the world now. So it was appropriate that she was caught off-guard and very nearly fell eight meters to the jungle floor.
I’m awake, She thought, with a trace of humor. Back at the Z.A.C, one of the early risers would ring the giant bell in the center of camp and wake everyone as soon as the sun touched the horizon. It had taken Zhia a long time to get used to it, as she was used to sleeping in a tree, much like as she was now, until either her little sister woke her… or she felt like it. Usually when she felt like it.
Zhia’s tree was a nice one, with wide, thick branches and a thick canopy. The lowest branches were three meters above the earth, so only she could reach them with a wind-enhanced jump. From there, the branches were easily climbable, and the branch where she slept was hollowed out like a bowl so that she wouldn’t fall. However, the bowl-mechanism hadn’t worked this time.
Someone remind me to fix that, Zhia thought crossly, eyebrows furrowed.
Zhia rose to her haunches, quietly remembering her brief time with other people. And shook her head. It was no use thinking about that, she had to stay here and protect the key for the rest of what could only be a short life. When the earth is crawling with zombies, you can’t really help dying early. If you’re alone, you’d do more good killing yourself. Living forever as an undead creature was way worse than just letting go. But Zhia couldn’t do that. She had to stay and protect the key. Zhia patted her belt, hands searching for the dagger-key.
Wait. Where is it? Where is it!? No! It’s- Zhia looked around frantically. It had to be here somewhere! So Zhia crawled around her hollowed out branch, searching for the key. She would have gotten many splinters if her hands weren’t already calloused enough from years of hard work.
This is a Storybook post that I recently wrote! How old would you say I am, guys?
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