DEATH
What can death do to you that
life has not already done?
What do you fear?It is a gentle falling of the light. . .
a splendor is done.
Twilight. . . some stars appear
Silently, one by one.
A stranger splendor is begun.Robert J. Roe
Mia understood three things by the time she fourteen years old:
1. Her mom was dying of cancer. There was no way around it.
2. A zombie apocalypse took over the world.
3. She was going to die one day. Whether it be today or ten years from now. She was going to die.How does a twelve year old go from playing with toy horses to witnessing an undead creature tear somebody's flesh apart? How does the world go from a perfect sunny day to a global epidemic hitting out of nowhere? How does a twelve year old girl go from the only worry in her life being to keep her room clean to now having to learn to shoot a gun three times the size of her?
So many questions. So little time to answer them.
Mia was only twelve when she first saw the undead. Her bedroom window. She saw it's melted flesh hanging from its rotting bones. It's broken off jaw that still revealed two rows of razor sharp teeth. She could hear the moans and groans. The kind of thing you only see in the movies. Suddenly, she's ripped away from her home with nothing but a bag full of clothes. Her dad stuffed her and her siblings in the car and took off. She didn't know where they were going. All she knew was they weren't safe anyone.
The undead had taken over.
People were being ripped apart.
The living were struggling to scrounge for survival.
Mia thought as long as she had her family (Her mom was dead at this point. She was long gone in the ground. Fuck you, cancer!) that everything would be okay. Cut her some slack. She was twelve. But then her family died. Father and little sister. Car accident. They were eaten by the undead. Her sister was barely even a body anymore. The twins were forced to watch the corpses tear through their flesh from inside the crashed car.
Sometimes, at night, Mia can still hear the sound of their skin being torn apart.
Now, she's thirteen, and it was just her and her brother. Lucas was the new Riley Jones. The man of the pair. He did what he could. They traveled on foot for what seemed like years. Their life was now sleeping in the woods with nothing but their backpacks under their heads and whatever food they could find in their bellies (They sometimes went days without food.). They were two kids battling for survival. The world was no longer theirs.
But they were together. They had each other. Nothing could go wrong.
(Cut her some slack. She was only thirteen.)
When you lose a twin, you lose a part of yourself. A part of your soul. You come into the world together. It seems like you should leave together. Nobody wants to think like that. But when you're in a zombie apocalypse, that's all you can think about. Mia should've been the one to die first. She was weak. Lucas was strong. She was naive. He was smart. Why did she get to live? Why did she leave him alone? Why was she forced to watch the undead tear into him? She'd never heard him scream so loud.
"You have to live, Amelia. Live for me." His last words before he died in her arms.
Now, at fourteen, Mia wasn't sure where she was going or how she was going to survive, she just knew she had to. For Lucas. For Paris. For her mom and dad. She wasn't living for herself anymore. She lived with the feeling of guilt, sadness, agony, and loneliness like they were her only friends. Her body was slowly drowning in the blood that she couldn't wash from her hands. Her brother's blood. How much longer could she go before she completely lost her mind?
Cailee Spaeny Amelia Mia Jones
Matthew McConaughey Riley Jones ✞
Felicity Jones Madeline Jones ✞
As Described Lucas Jones ✞
As Described Paris Jones ✞
I've had this story planned out for soooo long and I just recently got back into my walking dead obsession.
This story contains warnings for self harm, gruesome acts of death, blood, swearing, sexual themes, mentions of suicide and depression.
mia is deeply depressed character considering she's lost her entire family. the relationship between her and carl will be a slowburn seeing as how they're only 14 at the start but we all love a good slowburn 😌
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I Know The End, Carl Grimes
Fanfictionand I killed my brother. I had to. I only wish I hadn't washed my hands in the river. the water remembers. The Walking Dead.