Survival

 It's 2013. We are the last ten people on Earth, that we know of at least. We're the last survivors.

“Alex, we gotta keep going!”

I pull my head out of the clouds and walk past Dean. I think back to when I found him. He was the first to join my group. I remember I had been walking around, seeing if I could find anyone else when I got his text. He had messaged everyone in his list to see if he got a response. I was the only one who messaged him back. He told me he was hiding in an old gas station and told me where it was. When I got there, he let me in the restroom he was in and locked it behind us. I had shined a flashlight onto his face and saw tears running down his face. His eyes were red. I gave him a hug and felt him shake in my arms. I felt so bad for him.

“I want to find Jack,” he said to me. I understood how he felt. I wanted to find Carrie.

Carrie, I think. I long to see her again. Her beautiful long, curly golden hair. Her lovely doe eyes. I miss the sound of her soothing voice. I won't stop searching until I find her.

“LOOK OUT!!!” Tom screams. Everyone looks in the direction he was pointing. Across the way stands a tall, eyeless, grotesque figure. Its skin is rotted and sections are missing, revealing the bone. The colour of its skin is a gentle green one, contrasting with its evil nature. The creature's scent wafts towards us and I gag. The scent of rotting flesh and dead animals fills my nostrils.

“KILL IT!” Bethan yells. She aims her guns and fires rapidly at it. The monster screeches at us as the bullets hit it. They don't seem to be hurting the thing at all.

“SHIT,” I shout, “RUN!!!”