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<•>Chapter One<•>

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A/N 10-7-16: This chapter is probably really bad but I promise that I have more chapters to come that will hopefully be much better.

SOTC >•< Cough Syrup By Melanie Martinez The zombies in the park, they're looking for my heart

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My name is Phyre. My family is dead.  My main goal in life is simply, to survive.  I live in a world where everything is shit and I can almost never sleep, take a break or even stop for ten seconds at a time without being scared for my life. 

I had a baby brother, parents and a best friend.  Note that I said the word 'had' like past tense.  They're dead.  My brothers name was Gunnar and my best friends name was Heidi.

My dad died right at the beginning of this whole thing.  I guess he just wasn't expecting it to happen.  I mean, none of us were but he just so happened to be caught in this whole mess unprepared.  My mom asked me to shoot her.  Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to but she couldn't handle living in this world.  I cried.  For weeks all I did was cry until my survival instinct kicked in and I realized I still had a baby to take care of and my best friend with me.  I was not alone.  My best friend went insane.  You don't believe me? How insane is killing your best friends little brother for food while they're sleeping? Well that happened.  I woke up not realizing that he was gone and she gave me breakfast, told me she killed a squirrel.  I asked where Gunnar was and she didn't even need to tell me.  I saw the look in her eyes.  I grabbed my carving knife slowly so she wouldn't see me.  And buried it into her skull.  I didn't realize what I'd done until I looked down and saw the knife covered in Heidi's blood.  The Crimson liquid trickled to the ground around me, staining my white shirt.  That was the first time I'd cried since I shot my mother.

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I scale a tree smoothly, and watch below as one of the rotters scratches it's dirty fingernails on my tree, trying to sink it's teeth into my ankle. I give it one hard blow to the head and it falls down still struggling to stand up so it can taste my flesh. I hop out of the tree landing on its head. A crunching sound resonates as its weakened skull crushes under my weight.  My combat boots are now covered in blood and little bits of brain.  I ignore it and keep walking. 

The leaves are crunching under my feet, as I walk hoping to find something other than an infinity of trees.  I keep walking watching as tree after tree pass my peripheral vision.  Trees for miles. 

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I've been walking for hours and my blistered feet are barely able to keep going.  I'm about to give up when I see a flash of radiance.  I start running, knowing that I'm being stupid and it could be a trap but I don't care I just need to see something, to feel something.  It's a barber shop.  Not what I needed but I go inside anyways because they're might be something worth while. 

Knife held tight between my calloused fingers, I enter the tiny building.  A mephitic stench wafts up to my nose causing me to gage.  Shampoo bottles scattered all over the floor,  shelves knocked over and bleach spilled over the countertops.  No  cannibal corpses to be seen.  Could've fooled me with that pungent smell. 

I start searching through the racks and drawers for something that could be useful.  I find nothing and am about to turn around and leave empty handed. That's when I remember something I've always wanted to do.  Dye my hair.  I've always had strict parents so I wouldn't even bother to ask but they're gone so I might as well do something unhinged before I die which that day can't be that far away. 

I grab a random tube of dye.  It's sticky and the cap is leaking but I don't even care.  I read the label and it says cerulean.  That's a shade of blue I'm pretty sure so I untwist the cap and mix it wth the bleach.   I'm not really certain how this is supposed to be done but I'm just planning on winging it.  That's the way I do most stuff.  All the brushes are dirty so I just use my fingers.  I run the sticky, thick substance through my hair.  I sit there staring at myself in the mirror for twenty minutes waiting for the dye to settle so can rinse it out and be on my way.

My pale face is no longer pale because it's caked with so much dirt and blood.  My Caribbean Amber eyes are tired and almost lifeless.  I just want to sleep but I can't do that without letting my guard down.  And I can't let my guard down.  Not ever.  My peach coloured lips are chapped from all the cold fall weather and licking them so much.

I walk over to the sink and put my head in.  The cold water sends shivers down my spine for the first ten seconds until I get used to it.  The blue stained water percolates through the holes in the drain.  I grab a chipped comb and run it through my soaked hair.  I would dry it with the hair dryer but that would create noise and noise attracts the monsters and I'm not about to die today.   

I lock the shop doors and do one more sweep of the shop to make sure there aren't any lurkers that I missed and curl up on a stack of hair towels laying on the floor.  I fall into a broken sleep waking up every few hours.  I do this about five or six times and on the seventh I can see a sunrise peeking through the curtains. 

I stand up and feel my hair.  It's dry.  I look in the mirror.  It's pretty choppy but it'll do.  I'm not going to fuss over a haircut.  I have much better things to worry about. 

I run my fingers through my freshly dyed hair one last time and leave the barber shop.  Let's just survive another day. 

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A/N 10-7-16: I promise you this book gets better I just had to use this chapter as a way to introduce you the characters. I'm fully aware that it sucks but whatever. I don't care if you don't like it then please don't read it.

QOTD >•< What is your favourite character from 'The Walking Dead' out of Daryl, Carol, Carl, Rick and Glenn?

AOTD >•< Carl Grimes

RQOTD >•< True confidence leaves no room for jealousy, when you know you are great there is not need to hate. ~Nicki Minaj

HOPE YOU ENJOYED ABOMINATIONS:)

Word Count>•<1185

Published>•<10-7-16
Edited>•<10-7-16
Edited>•<10-8-16
Edited>•<10-27-16