I've never met my father, I've never seen my father, I know nothing of my father except what my mother had told me.
>>Falshbacks
"Your father is a strong man as is his brother. Your father, he looks nothing like you besides the bright blue eyes and muscles... He will never hurt you, he can't."
>>End of flashbacks
Every painful day of survival I think about what my father must of looked like... If he looked nothing like me what happened? I looked like neither of my parents apparently. I know I shouldn't think of my parents anymore- not in this hellish world...
I pull out my katana and begin slicing my way through the forest branches and killing one walker along the way.
I notice a slight glow of a bike or car and head towards it. I didn't see a owner or claimer of this red and black motorcycle anywhere in sight, I even wandered around the perimeter to make complete sure. Usually I wouldn't check around but I didn't need angry groups hunting me down every step I take.
When I realised it was safe to go back and steal it, it was gone!
"What the hell?", I say walking over and picking up some sort of satchel filled with painkillers. I grabbed the bag and ran with it. Nobody would know I took it. They would probably care though.
I end up face to wall with a broken down house that looked pretty unstable but had a tree holding the side of it up. For some reason I thought of somebody called Merel...
Who in God's name is Merel?
I sighed and began my way into the crummy house scavengin' for any sorta' food items because I was starving. Not literally but I was pretty hungry. I opened every cabinet and found nothing in the few ones but in the las one... Stacked. There was a full cereal box, 4 granola bars, 2 apples, and 2 water bottles.
I sat down at the moldy wooden table and ripped open a granola bar then began enjoying the oatmeal tasting stick. I finished the first one and threw the other one along with my other food items in my other bag that I had since this all went down 2 years ago.
I noticed it was getting dark. Of course, why fucking not.
I closed the door lightly, not that it would matter since the windows were smashed in but whatever. I ran up the stairs and crawled under the bed. I guess now would be as good a' time as any to introduce myself.
My name is Anna'Marie Indigo Dixon I was named after my mother: Anastasia Amelia Dixon. Obviously I am a girl, a girl with long blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm not good at using weapons nor' at speaking under pressure. I lost my mother at a gas stop area where we were just gathering supplies when a walker appeared from under a shelve and bit my mom's ankle. I had no choice- I didn't want my mother to turn so I had to be the one to put her down. I've been alone running ever since.
"Fuck", I mutter quietly. There was a walker in the room and one probably on the bed now.
My head was now smashed between the metal chains of the bed and the cracky unsmoothen wood floor. My eyelids grew heavy and I had to fight to stay awake. No, I wasn't dying, bit, or hurt it's just I haven't slept in probably 2 days and I'm exhausted. The walkers attentions were drawn away from this room so I quickly and ever so silently closed the door and was about to climb into The bed when I realised the bed had guts and blood smeared all over... Something tells me this wasn't just a bedroom fore the guts looked to 'alive' to be a stray. Oh yeah, strays are my name for those walking sacks of shit out there.
