Apocalypse Now

Chapter 19: Before the Beginning...

So this chapter is taking a bit of different turn than originally planned. Needed to show a bit more about Camille, hopefully this answers some questions you guys might have had about her.

Falling asleep I was thinking back to how this all started. How my perception has changed over such a short amount of time. Before my dad was my rock, now I'm my rock. God, I missed him. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't think about him. He was right to say that I was strong, that I'm a survivor. He would be more than proud of who I've become.

Now, I had a new kind of family.

I was so scared to begin with, so alone, so hesitant to kill anything that wasn't an animal. Not to say now I've turned into some homicidal maniac all of a sudden.

Still to this day I've never had to kill a living human, only walkers.

Six months ago...

I remember it so clearly when these strange attacks were getting reported on the news. It all seemed so random. So unbelievable. It had me thinking “Should I be here? Should I be heading home?” Then the attacks and strangeness kept increasing at such a large rate and then it was too late to leave. I didn't have a choice any more. Flights were grounded. Airports closed. Bus services stopped. No signal for cell phones. No internet. No signal coming from the TV any more. It was like the world went into quarantine.

So I was fucked. I wouldn't get to go home.

I had rung my dad in tears several times over the last few days. He would calm me down each time. I knew he was worried, I was always a daddy's girl. He listened to all my problems, no matter how personal they were, he knew it all. And we really bonded over hunting.

First time he had taken me out was when I was ten. By fifteen, I had my own bow and several rifles for hunting. I was definitely a chick not to be messed with. But who knew this would all become practical and for survival, not just hunting for fun, as it used to be.

I called until I couldn't any more. Till the service had died.

Three days earlier...

Larry, the motel manager, was sitting at the reception desk watching the TV. I stood at the counter, watching the madness unfold before us.

“Do ya believe the shit that's goin' on at the moment...I mean its just so crazy, right?” he said to me.

“Only seems to be getting worse too. Have they said anything about where to go that's safe?” I ask.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Dunno. No where seems to be safe.” he said bluntly, looking back to the TV. Images of people attacking other people, and I mean it wasn't just an assault, they were biting them, eating them, like they were fucking cannibals. What the hell was wrong with the world and where is the god damn cure to stop this madness or was this our extinction event?

“If anythin' changes I'll let ya know” he called to me as I left to go back to my room.

Walking back to my room was a short walk.