Fallen

Alone

Lydia••••

"Get away from me you dirty monster!" I slayed one of many of the undead beast in front of me. The hoard had continually moved west as I headed in there with them. If you weren't traveling ahead, you might as well be dead. The zombies kept coming at me. 1. 2. 3. And 4. Dead, for good now. I holed myself into a tiny hotel room with the door blocked and zombies banging for a sweet, delicate meal.

It was 3 years into the apocalypse and I was alone. Ever since day one, I haven't met a single group that I belong in. There were the human eaters. I stayed an hour before I left. There were also The zombie lovers. They worshiped the disgusting beasts as if everyone of them were a god. There were normal groups that just had too many issues. I decided 7 months into it that I would just be alone.

Alone. I like that word. It was the only word I really ever knew. My parents, before the reign happened, were awful. They would do anything for another gram of whatever the local drug dealer was selling. I have a lot of anger issues because of them. Ever deduction I made from life came from them. I assumed everyone wanted something from somebody. No one ever really cared for anyone, they just wanted to use them. Of course, that was my mentality before the WW3 of zombies.

My new mentality is to never trust a walking soul. Never trust that great group of "glorious decent" because they had that lifetime supply of goldfish. Never trust a zombie that seems to want to follow you, but never bite. He always bites in the end. That group always dies in the end.

You get hurt. If you don't become isolated and alone, you die inside every time someone you finally let inside your heart gets bitten. I couldn't take another hurting heartbreak. I had enough of that before the outbreak.

It sounds so deranged and crazy, but I think God sent the apocalypse for me. It made me strong. It made me a fighter that is a force to be reckoned with. It made me alone, which is what all I need in life. All I need is myself.

I found food in the little drawer by the bed. It wasn't much, but if was enough to get me by for a few days. I found 3 protein bars, a few travel peanut butter cups, and a few club crackers left in the plastic wrapper. Now to figure my way out of the room.

There was a window to my immediate left, but it was three stories high. There was also the closet right by the door. I could open the weak, wood door, hide in the closet, and when they filled the room, I could kill a few and run. Or I could wait. I could get a few moments of shut eye and wait for the crowd of the undead to disperse and leave.

Shut eye is my decision. I haven't had a decent rest in a week or so. Maybe 10 hours of sleep the whole 7 days. I let my dreams lead me.

DREAM STATE...

"Hello?" The door opened to reveal a face. A familiar face. A face I longed to look at more. This didn't take place in the apocalypse though.. No... This was back in highschool.

"I missed you.. I need you... I love you..." I knew this dream. This was my repeating dream. I kept relieving the worst day of my life.

"Let me go! Stop! No!" My boyfriend of two and a half years was so abusive. I couldn't help but to go back to those baby blue eyes every time he apologized though..

REALITY

After the fifth painful punch to the gut, I awoke. Tears continually pours out of my red, puffy eyes as the zombie banging ceased. I wanted a distraction. I would give my life for just one decent distraction. Beer, sex, or music would do.. I just needed something. But to no avail, no matter how much I wished, nothing happened. No booze appeared in front of me. No hot model from vogue was naked on my bed, and no iPod filled with music was anywhere to be seen.

I packed my little bag of things and slung it over my cold shoulder. I slowly opened the door as a slow, child zombie walked through. I hated killing children, even if they were dead. I piked it, and left.

I exited the dead hotel and trecked on. The open road was where I was headed. I hoped for a car. A truck. Hell, I'd even like a bike. Just anything to keep my feet from having to hit the hard pavement.

Pike, stab, pike, stab. It seemed endless. A continuous cycle of death seemed to come. I wish signs of life could reach out to me.

I do a lot of wishful thinking. I wished for a lot, but I never wished for the apocalypse to end. I know, I'm such a bad person, right? This was my only release. My only think in life to express my anger in an acceptable way.

In the past, I would just hold it in. I held in all the pain, tears, and anger. It was so bad for my mental health, but again, it was my only release.

"AH!" I lunge for another zombie. This time, it was a female. She was freakishly tall, and had on what seemed to be a ripped basketball jersey. That would explain a lot.

I mutter to myself, "where can I even be?" I haven't seen a road sign in days, but I thought I was on a main road headed towards the seabreezy California coast.

I pull out the map I've had for a few years and sit on the hot concrete. There was one lone zombie, but he was too distracted by the dead rabbit to notice me.

"Wyoming.. No? Nevada..? Montana?" I couldn't find where I was. This map was too worn out. Forget it.

"Just keep walking. Just keep walking. Just keep walking." This is all I can do. This is my entire life. I walk alone.

So I decided to start a new story. I know it's not very good right now, but I'm hoping things will unfold as well as they did in my mind. All the characters are based off of characters from Z Nation, except Lydia. If you continue reading, I appreciate it so much! ~Molly