I wake up to the sound of the wind, it's howling enters the cabin unable to escape, it looks like its a good day today. Not mood wise I mean I was still grief stricken, I mean weather wise, the sun shines through the tree branches projecting little pools of light onto the woodland floor. Yawning, I stretch my arms above my head and walk over to to the chair were I took off most of my clothes before I went to sleep.
All I can feel is the heat from the sun
god it's hot today
I need to find some water, maybe some food so I can at least survive the summer heat. My arms slide through the sleeves of my shirt and I adjust my belt the knifes and hand gun clatter as I buckle it up and adjust the size of the belt.
A young girl stares at me from the corner of the room, her hair is brown and greasy, bags have appeared under her eyes and her clothes are covered in blood. The dark brown t shirt is baggy on her so it's tucked into her skinny jeans, a light beige shirt hangs off her like a little girl trying on her mums clothes. Her jeans were black and ripped on the knees, not on purpose like she used to do before the world tragically came to an end, but because if all the times she had fallen over.
I walk over to the mirror and cover the image with a cloth. God I hated looking at myself, time has taken its toll on me. And not in a good way. Charlie used to always say that no matter what happened to the world, I would still look beautiful to him. If none of this would of happened I swear he would of gotten shed loads of girls to fall for him. God he was such a flirter. Even at the age of eighteen he could of gotten a forty five year old lesbian to fall for him.
Stop, April, don't think about him
I check all the cupboards, making sure that I'm not leaving behind any food before I prowl over to the nearest town. Nope nothing, the cupboards are just empty voids of nothingness. Obviously I didn't get my hopes up about finding food in the cabin, but you know there's always going to be a part of me that thinks a miracle will happen and that the world will get better and there finally be food.
But life's not that easy.
In this new world you can't rely on on miracles to happen, or people to just turn up and let you into there group. It doesn't work that way.
Those sort of things don't happen to people like me, to lonely teenagers that have nowhere to go, barely surviving on their own. Who constantly want to end it all, to get away from the terrible world we now live in.
Don't think like that, you survived for this long without him, you can survive longer
Yeah right! I nearly died yesterday because of a few biters. What am I going to do when I come across a herd if them? Shaking my head with frustration, I exit the cabin without being seen. I instantly feel the suns heat beating down on me and sweat pours down my forehead, this is going to take a while.
After what seems like forever, but it was probably no more then four hours, I reach the nearest town. Cars and buildings lay vandalised with the phrases, The end is nigh and this is what we deserve you rotten pigs. Of course, there are bodies scattered everywhere, limbs and other vital organs litter the street in front of me, I learnt to ignore these things over the past two years, if I see a biter, I just think of them as pigeon, I mean their pesky and unwanted creatures that just annoy everyone. Okay, they do still scare me a bit, but I've gotten used to it.
Some biters start to come out of buildings and I get a good grip on my knife, praying that I won't drop it this time round.
After I dispatch of the biters, I notice an apartment building, it seems to be empty, since the buildings so destroyed you could technically push it and it would fall over. From where I'm standing I can already see cans of food located at the bottom of the stairs. I yelp with joy and sprint over to the door, open it and fall inside. Grabbing the cans I rip the already open lids off them. And to end my happy yelping I find out that there's no food inside.
Great
With frustration, I throw the can towards the wall, it hits it with force and tumbles to the ground. This little event puts me in a even shittier mood then before.
"Hey April, don't worry about it your find some soon." Charlie stands in the corner his brown hair tied in a pony tail and hidden under a baseball cap. I always see him when I'm in time of need or just indignant.
"Oh piss of Charlie" I shout, I can't bear to look at his face,every time I see him i never look at his face, it would just make me think of all the memory's I had shared with him.
He disappears and I can longer hear his voice.
Look what you done, you always pray to see your brother again and when you see him, you have a go at him, nice one April.
After checking all the rooms I still find nothing, no food, no water and no hope for a clear future because I can't find any damn supplies. I'm on the top floor of the apartment building and I still have found nothing. Flustered and angry, i decide to go up onto the roof to get some air.
The climb only takes me a few minutes until I'm up on the roof, the sun starts to set behind the horizon and the sky starts to turn a light shade of purple. My feet dangle over the ledge of the roof, my feet trending in thin air.
I could just leap of the edge and be gone, I would no longer exist, the pain of grief no longer following me, the biters no longer bothering me and most of all I would see Charlie again and that's the main thing.
Putting my hands beneath for support, i stand up, I wobble as I stand on the ledge, my breathing slow and steady. I get ready to jump.
This isn't a good idea April
Oh shut up, not now
Your going to regret this, your going to become a biter if you do this, April stop.
Oh right the biter thing. I grab hold of my gun and aim it at my head. My breathing suddenly becomes quicker and my heart thumps against my chest.
April stop
No.
April please
I wobble on the edge and my legs feel weak, tears stream down my cheeks. " I'm so sorry Charlie." I get ready to pull the trigger.
"HEY, STOP" a voice shouts.
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Ohh stuffs going down, I'll try and update tomorrow so you guys don't have to wait in suspense for to long.
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Deception
Hayran Kurgu[dih-sep-shuh n] the act of deceiving; the state of being deceived. When a girl falls in love with a boy like in all cliche romance novels, but with zombies and misleading personas.
