My stomach lurched as I stood and vomited. Everything I had consumed that day, which wasn't much, was now lying in a gooey pile on the floor at my feet. I wiped the bile and blood from my face and grabbed my things.
I made sure the gun was cocked before I moved on. The image of its rotten face was seared into the back of my eyelids and every time I blinked I saw it again. It looked like a man and I would have thought it was if it wasn't for its blood-soaked clothes and rotting flesh smell.
I pushed the black metal door open and was greeted by the golden glow of the setting sun. Now, you'd think that most people would be happy to see the golden glow of the sun setting, and I usually would love to see it, but right now I don't want to be caught around here at night. Who knows what lurks in the night.
I spun around on my heels when I heard a loud scream. I searched the wood lining behind the metal fence that surrounded the back of the store for anything it could have come from because I know those things don't scream like that.
Forward, my legs pulled me forward as my eyes met a woman's eyes; they held complete fear in them, just as I had just felt. I stopped running forward when I noticed another person behind her, with a gun. My eyes went wide as she stopped running and fell, her body hitting the ground violently. The sound of a gun booming rang in my ears as stood frozen in my spot, staring at what had just happened.
"We got her!" I heard someone shout as three men walked out from behind some trees.
"My god!" Someone laughed. "This one was a fighter. Too bad we didn't get a chance to have some fun." The man turned and locked eyes with me. "HEY!" all the men looked at him. "There's another one!"
I swallowed hard and turned on my heels. My feet carried my body down the abandoned streets of my town. Why didn't I run when I had the chance. Now I've been seen. Fuck!
The backpack on my shoulder was heavy but I just wanted to get home and hope they don't follow me. I ran for what felt like forever until I was in my backyard. I hadn't even realize that I ran past about twelve things (A/N: She doesn't know what to call them, zombies aren't real in this universe.) on my way here. I didn't even have the time to be scared.
I locked the gate behind me and walked into my house quietly, making sure to lock it. I pulled my full backpack off and set it down on the kitchen table. Pulling out the water I had brought with me I poured it onto my face and wiped the blood from my hands and face with a towel. I opened the backpack and took all the food items out of it, smiling widely as I pulled out the thing that got me into this mess, Cheetos.
I peeked through the window and, by the way the sun way positioned, saw that it was dinner time... well, maybe a couple of hours off but times are different, I can't get everything right.
I opened the bag of Cheetos and walked into the living room, took my shirt off due to heat and water, and plopped down on the couch. The cheesiness of the chip was heavenly as I popped one into my mouth, something I have missed gravely; that and hot showers.
I pulled the folded blanket from its position lying on the back of the couch and draped it over myself as I lie all the way down. Ever since this whole apocalypse scenario happened I haven't slept in my room, just the couch. I think I'm just trying to be ready for anything, I'll be able to hear anything that tries to get in. My dog Sven and I used to sleep here when I was a kid so I guess I feel safer here... even though he's not here anymore.
I wish I would have been able to live more of my life before this happened. I'm glad I don't have to pay for bills or anything but I want to know what it's like to live on my own, to live on the beach, or live in the big city. Have big city friends and go to parties; I'm only sixteen and I'm watching dead people rise and crave human flesh. All because of a freaking parasite, virus thingy.
I wonder where my parents are. I wonder if they've gotten rescued by J.O.P.P or- or the Pentagon; they do shit like that I think.
My eyes fluttered closed as I think about more random shit. The warmth of having a blanket on and the feeling of being in a safe room provided enough comfort for me to be able to let go of the things that happened today and let me sleep.
These chapters take me hours... I don't know why.
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