After a long time of pain, Sunny finally put the medical kit she grabbed down onto the ground, resting right beside Sunny's bloody wooden baseball bat. Her sisters legs now fully patched, yet now just useless stumps. At least she still has knees. The memory of it all was still fresh in both of the sisters minds. Sunny looked down at her paws in guilt, her ears laid flat against her head, before Luna spoke up with an uneasy smile, her eyes still in that 'almost closed' state.

"It's o-okay. You took good care of it, like I said... You're doing great."

Luna assured her sister with that same, uneasy smile. Sunny wished she could talk, more than ever, just let everything out. She's sorry for not grabbing her nephews in time, she's sorry for letting her own sister get bit and losing her legs, she's sorry for the camp being overrun. She's sorry for even choosing this abandoned building in the first place. But, of course, she has other matters to attend to. Set up some mouse traps to prevent mice from getting in. Board up the windows and doors. And kill any zombie that comes in. All the while the hordes of the undead surround the house, clambering, moaning and groaning, hungry.

Survive, survive and hope, it's all they got now...