Surviving The Zaunt

Kill or Be Killed

My name is Vie, which is French for life, I am 14. I live in a world  where The Zaunted rule, and the few left hide away. I never beleived hiding was the answer, but my parents did. And they just wanted to keep me safe, so we lived in one of the government quarantine quarters. There we lived in the conditions they could provide for us, that means there were days we wouldn't eat, and times where we couldn't take showers, even days where children under 8 were forced to work. We lived by their rules and their rules only, and of course the rules favored them and not us. But if we wanted to survive we had to live here. My parents died soon after I became 11, they both caught The Zaunt from each other. For some reason I didn't catch it, so they decided to test me. And when they did....... I tested positive to immunity to the virus. They informed me that as soon as I became 14 I had to leave the quarters and live on my own, this is what they did to people who were immune. Most of them got killed in less than a day, but I have been able to survive now for 9 months and counting. I was able to find a sword wich had a fine leather grip, excellent to slice off The Zaunted's heads off.

The slight rapping noise my boots made were the only thing that made a sound in the forest. All the animals should have been killed by now, so it makes sense. I can hear a Zaunted coming at me, I take my sword out and prepare.... As soon I can see it, I run towards it and dig my sword into the side of its neck and slice his head right off. With a quick thud it and its body fall to the ground. I keep on walking, I haven't eaten for days, and I need to eat. It'll be hard finding any food out here but I will find some. Another Zaunted comes at me, I already had my sword out so I slice his head. I keep on walking, nights falling so I better find some shelter where I can spend it. I can see an abandoned house in the distance, if its mostly empty, it'll do.

When I got to the house it only had one Zaunted and with a quick movement of my sword it was gone. I locked the house's door real tight, and went up the stairs to find a room where I could sleep. In the first room I entered there was a bed, the room looked like it once was a little boy's. Its walls were painted blue and it had war plane decals. I threw myself on the bed and closed my eyes. Sleep took over soon after that...