The highway was completely abandoned, save for a few empty cars strewn here and there. That was fine by Clara. If there wasn't a living soul on the highway, it also meant she didn't have to deal with any of the undead.
Right now, Clara was walking down said highway, carrying a backpack full of supplies, a flare gun and a few remaining flares, and a length of pipe. It wasn't much, but for the moment it was the best Clara had to keep herself safe. All she had on was a grey tank top and a pair of jeans. The Korean-American looked further down the highway, and was frustrated to see she was nowhere close to her destination.
Sighing, she looked to one of the abandoned cars. She hoped it still had it's key in the ignition, but sadly, it did not. She was at least able to locate a map of the surrounding area.
She took a quick look at the map, and set her hand on her hip... and was dismayed to find her hand met her hip sooner then she'd hope.
"Dammit, grew again." Clara muttered.
When the outbreak had first occurred, Clara actually had been bitten, but somehow she didn't turn. No, the virus had a different effect on her: a big booty. She had no idea why, but over the months, her butt had grown from a firm rear, to the kind of bubble butt seen in songs all about big butts. She hated its size, how it jiggled with every step she took, and how it made putting on her jeans an annoyance.
Frustrated, she looked at the map in hopes of finding someplace she could at least spend the night. Thankfully, there was a motel just off the upcoming exit. She could rest there, then make her way to her destination.
Stuffing the map in her backpack, along with a few supplies that hadn't been stolen from the car, and started walking to the highway exit.
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It hadn't taken long for Clara to find the motel, but getting in was another story. It was abandoned like the cars, and the owner had already turned into a zombie, and turned the other guests. Thankfully for Clara, they were mostly normal zombies, save for one Slicer. She managed to make quick work of them, doing her damn best to avoid another bite, and managed to find a room that hadn't been occupied.
Taking the keys off the owner, Clara entered the motel room, and threw her backpack on the bed. She turned to see if the bathroom had running water, but turned too fast, and knocked over the TV with her ass. It crashed on the ground. Quickly, Clara looked out the motel room windows. Thankfully, no other zombies were in the area.
"Stupid ass!" Clara yelled as she angrily slapped her enlarged rear, making it wobble. Sighing, she decided to check her map again before seeing if there was running water. She didn't know it's exact location, all she knew was that she really needed to get to a...
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