Survival 2

Chapter 26

I came face to face with a zombie. Blood dripped from its mouth, teeth rotting and falling out, one eye hung from its socket, and its jaw was hanging on by a thread. An arrow shot past my head and hit the zombie. Blood splattered on my face and clothes. When she fell down I stared in horror as a horde of zombies came running towards the small shack. This horde was bigger than any I've seen. They were running fast. There were high pitched screams from a lot of them.

"We need to leave!" I shouted as I turned and ran to the shack.
"What's going on?" Sara asked as she walked outside.

Her mouth dropped as she seen the zombies running. They were ten feet away from the shack when I looked back to them. Everyone started to run. We all followed Adam. The screeches never grew silent, instead they grew louder.

"Help me!" One of the people from the group screamed.

The zombies were fast. They already took three of us. I looked back, and I soon wish I hadn't. 'Run, don't stop. They are gone. Run.' I repeated over and over again in my head. I ran fast, no longer looking back. 'Never look back. It's to late.' I kept running. I was ahead of what was left of the group. I blocked every sound out. All the screaming I heard, I could no longer hear. All I heard were my thoughts telling me to keep running. I didn't know how long I had been running for but I didn't want to stop. I wanted to look back, I needed to look back. Slowly, still running, I turned my head. I was alone. Everyone was gone, they all were gone. I came to a stop, and fell to the ground. I felt numb and sick.

The things I seen from looking back kept playing in my head. It was like a broken record. I wanted it all to stop. The sight was horrible. All of them, dead. Sara and her kid, dead. Jack, dead. The whole group, dead. They were all dead. There limbs all torn off, their blood soaking the ground, their cries for help, all lost. I rolled over and vomited the thoughts and the sight of it all made me sick. Tears filled my eyes, and I couldn't breathe. Why did this have to happen? I wanted it all to be over, I didn't want to go on. I lay on the ground crying, wanting it all to be over. Wishing this was just a dream. I was alone. Cold, and desperate, wanting to sleep and never wake.

I walked down the gravel road, gun in hand tears filling my eyes, but walking. The thoughts remained, they made me grow tired and sick. I had wanted to fall to the ground and give up, but I kept walking. 'What's the point of surviving?' 'You have nothing to live for.' 'There never was a point in surviving.' All these thoughts filled my head. Maybe they were right, maybe there never was a point in trying to survive. There wasn't a point to even want to survive. From my past I had depression, I was always suicidal, but then the apocalypse happened and I no longer felt that way. I no longer felt that way cause I no longer felt alone. Now I was alone, I was lost cold angry and sad. The thoughts started to flood my head. They came even harder. Many hours past by and soon the thoughts were to hard to handle. I could no longer do it. Images of my family, and my friends flashed through my head. Soon I would see them all again. I sat on the ground. Held the gun to my head, a tear escaped my eyes, and then pulled the trigger.

Important note:
Writers note: Guys I'm so sorry I hadn't updated, to be honest it wasn't because of my other excuses, actually it's because I couldn't find the motivation to write. I am dealing with severe depression.. and I have been going to therapy for it. From my depression and all the stress I am under I cant find the time or motivation to do anything.. Sorry.. I am sorry for the way the book ended and I am sorry for not updating that fast. I love you all, and I would like to thank all of you for taking your time and reading my book. Thank you.