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"Alone Together"
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Ella Ross
28 years of age
5'6", 34B-26-36
Red hair, hazel eyes
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April 2020
Six months after the Sickness:
Ella found it a bit conflicting to feel awe at the marvel of the Rockies. They were a marvel upon which to lay one's eyes early in the morning. At the same time, though, the mountains had joined forces with Mother Nature in an attempt to kill her over the harsh and thankfully now ended winter.
But she'd survived. Ella had rationed what remained of the packaged food. And trapped enough rodents -- both inside and outside of the log cabin -- to fend off starvation. She guessed her weight loss since November at around 15 pounds. Of course, she'd needed to lose about 10 pounds anyway, so, a little dieting hadn't killed her. She would have lost more -- maybe even starved to death -- if her husband and their infant hadn't died early in the weeks following the apocalypse. Yet another conflict in Ella's mind: she missed Robert and little Megan so horribly, yet their deaths had allowed her to survive. Bitter sweet.
April, she thought to herself. The slope below her had exploded in color over the last few days. How long had it been since she'd seen other people? They'd hurried away from Denver the day the Sickness reached it; they'd run into people on the road over the next week or so; after that, there had been those two men with the Jeep. She calculated, telling herself, December ... mid-December. Since before Christmas ... not counting Rob and Meg.
Ella missed people sometimes. She'd always been a social butterfly. But, these days, people were often little more than an imminent danger. She and Robert had been robbed twice, once at gunpoint, another at knife point; and they'd been assaulted once, with Ella nearly being raped. They'd also been shot at from a distance three times, by people upon whom Ella and Robert had never laid eyes.
With virtually no production taking place -- no food or other goods -- people were desperate to get and keep possession of anything and everything upon which they could lay their hands. Ella reentered the log cabin again, stopping to give it a quick survey. It wasn't much, but it was a lot more than many had. It was a single room, about 13x10 on the interior. A counter and shelves along one end served at a kitchen. A bed along the other end and a hanging rod for clothes was the bedroom, in a sense. A wood stove stood dead in the middle of the room. A table with two old wooden chairs at one wall near the stove was the dining room; an old couch near the stove along the opposite wall was the living room.
Simple but functional.
Much of the remaining floor space was occupied by this, that, and the other thing. Before his death, Robert had been taking hikes through the countryside, looking for anything that might be of value to them; and after his death, Ella had been doing the same. They'd brought home a lot of stuff they thought might one day serve a purpose. Most of it simply occupied space, though. Ella should probably toss it all outside one day. But, for now, it was doing no harm so why waist the time and energy?
No, Ella had more important things to consider. In addition to the near-extinction of the Human race, it now seemed as though the rest of Mother Nature's creatures were taking a hit as well. Could the virus have mutated to attack non-human animals as well? Ella had only survived the winter because of the animals caught in the snares she set within safe walking distance of the cabin. And yet now that winter's worst was gone and she could once again used them, the snares were yielding nothing. She'd seen a small doe a few days ago, but since had seen nothing. Even the birds seemed scarce.
Ella was going to have to expand her hunting territory. And that disturbed her. The cabin's location was deep in the woods away from any roads or maintained trails. She could probably remain here hidden for all of eternity ... if she could feed herself, that was.
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