Surviving Alone

Lonesome

It's funny how when the world was still full of the living I never wanted to be around most of them or have friends; but three months on your own with no one to talk to but yourself makes you wish you did have someone to chat with.

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Well I guess I should start from the beginning...all though I don't know who I'm writing this for since nobody's left, I guess I'm writing this In hopes there will be someone to read this.

When this all started I was on my way to New York to go to college, I had just packed my bags and said goodbye to my parents.

Then I headed over to my boyfriend's house to tell him I loved him and would see him as soon as possible. The plans were for him to go with me to Pratt but his job kept him from being able to. I understood that I couldn't just ask him to give up his dream for me so, we agreed that we trusted each other enough to be long distance.

I could tell he was going to miss me and didn't want me to go.
He pulled me in and held me tight his warm embrace enveloped me. I wish I could stay in his arms forever a wave of sadness washed over me when i realized I wasn't going to get to hold or kiss him for awhile.

So, i looked up at him and slowly placed my hands on his rose red cheeks, i looked into his eyes they shimmered just like the moonlight sparkles on the water, staring into those pools of joy and love I see myself swimming through the aqua blue water, running among the vibrant green grass reaching the brightest and most beautiful yellow sunflower gazing at its glory; getting lost in his eyes is my favorite adventure, it's like reliving the day I met him over again.

He leaned down and kissed me, my whole body tingled with joy his lips were so soft. We said our goodbyes and I was on my way.

As I was driving away I couldn't help but look in the review mirror and watch him one last time.

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I was on the freeway over halfway to New York when traffic seemed to come to a halt. I didn't think anything of it just a normal traffic jam no biggie, until people started to get out of their cars and run my direction. The fear on those peoples faces made me uneasy but I didn't dare get out of my car until I knew what the hold up was.

Then I saw a man with blood dripping from his mouth, he attack a woman that had tripped. What I saw next was unbelievable; he bit into her as she screamed for help the man tore at her flesh and kept frantically biting and tearing her skin from her body.

She layed there lifeless, the man got up and his eyes were glazed as if he no longer had a soul.

I locked my car door and reach my hand back grabbing my bag digging through it for my gun, military gloves, and knives. I know that's odd for a 18 year old to be caring around but I never left the house without them; since I was younger I've had PTSD (post traumatic stress disorder) I grew up in fear of death and being taking adavantage of so I collected weapons and learned how to wield them.

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I filled a bag with a few pairs of pants, a couple shirts, water bottles, snacks, first aid kit, ammunition, weapons, batteries, a notebook, a pencil, and the stuffed animal my boyfriend gave me for our 4 year anniversary.

I threw the bag over my shoulder put my gun holster on and put my Ruger in its holster, i grabbed my knife with built in brass knuckles and threw open the car door.