I've been on my own for quite sometime now.
Jamie is gone. The group is gone. Noah is gone.
And once again, I'm all on my own. How come I keep surviving, but no one else is?
I continue traveling on foot(lol how else?), sleeping in trees and such. I don't know what day it is. What year it is. Hell, I don't even know what time it is.
Winter is coming. I know that much. And if I'm gonna keep going, I'm gonna need to find actual shelter. I look day and night. Walking. Killing. Sleeping. Repeating. Day, after day, after day.
And that was when I stumbled upon the huge, brick, light brown building in the middle of the woods. Well, what used to be a parking lot and field, is now part of the woods. I find that the building is a library and that it's empty of walkers. Completely and utterly empty.
All books and shelves remain. And that's all I find. Books. The perfect place to stay for the winter. And I do. All winter, reading.
It was one night that I had to leave the library for good. I didn't want to. Hell, I was going to live there. I finished almost every book in the library and I was planning to read them all again. But, I woke up to the smell of burning flesh. I stumbled off the cot I had made myself using a table and some blankets, running down the steps to the kids section of books, only finding a fire had started and walkers were everywhere.
I ran back upstairs, my heart beating at a rapid rate as I gather the most important things into my bag. Food, Jamie's bunny, a blanket, my first AID kit, my knife and my gun. I run back downstairs, killing zombies along the way, as I stumble around the fire, desperately trying to find the exit.
That night I watched the only shelter I've ever had go up in flames. I slept in a tree. Walked the next morning. And walked. And walked. And walked.
I groaned in annoyance as I heard the familiar mumbles coming from behind me. I slowly turned around, holding my gun out in front of me as I took out three walkers. One shot to the head and they're dead.
I turned back around before any more zombies could come for me as I ran into the woods.
I slip through the woods with no effort at all, making little noise. I'm fast and light on my feet.
I look through the trees and see something that pulls me from my hunger thoughts(the only thing anyone thinks about anymore).
It looks like some sort of... building? I see a tall tower, so it's probably some sort of look out.
As I get closer, I spot the ginormous, gray, rundown(what isn't these days?) building with fences surrounding the whole perimeter. As I inch closer, I feel something push at the back of my head and I hear a clicking sound. That sound can only belong to a gun.
"Shit." I swear under my breath, clenching my fist around the knife I'm holding.
And that's when it all began. When Rick found me and I was taken into their group forever.