ℑ𝔫 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔞𝔫 𝔦𝔡𝔦𝔬𝔱 // daybreak fanfic // rewriting

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖓𝖊

𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕖'𝕤 ℙ𝕆𝕍

What's life like in the apocalypse? For me? Im not even sure at this point. It's gone from the best thing that could ever happen to a big mess. After my mother left me alone with my abusive father, the best thing that could have happened was a bomb exploding and turning all the adults into zombie-like creatures. Quite sad right? Being happy for stuff like that happening? Well of course I'm not like completely happy, I'm sad for all those happy families that lost their parents and shit. But still. Well anyways, since the beginning a lot of stuff has gone wrong. One of the bad events that happened ended with me having a long scar along the right side of my face. I'm pretty lucky to be alive. Though I'm not sure if I'm happy about that. It's not like I would kill myself, but this life isn't really the best. It's hard to find food and having to fight all the time gets tiring. Welp, there is no going back, so I just have to survive somehow. I didn't even introduce myself, did I? Sorry about that, I have always been a crapy storyteller. My name is Michelle Pierce, I'm seventeen and I go to Glendale High. Sorry, I used to go there. Back when the world was normal. I wasn't really popular, yeah I had a few close friends that were pretty popular so people knew me. But no one ever really KNEW me, you know? Well, it never really bothered me. Before the apocalypse, I used to talk to Sam Dean a lot and she was like the most loved at that school. But when shit went down, I lost her and was left alone. A lot of people made or joined tribes basically, in the same way, that they separate in groups in school, it's almost funny how they stick to each other. Even though a lot of them don't even get along, at least they protect each other. There are the jocks, that are pricks, which is SO unexpected, and they basically bully everyone, which is also super obvious. Then there are Cheermazons that are actually pretty cool, and lots of others like the golf club, A.V. club, stempunks, and gamers. And a lot of smaller tribes too. I honestly think I'm better alone, trying to help people out ends with.. well a knife in your face. Anything else about me isn't really important, but this is my story and I feel like talking. So I'm 5,5, and my body is pretty fit since I have to protect myself. I always had to, I've been working out since before the apocalypse, I'm not like ripped or something, but pretty fit yeah. I personally like my figure, a lot of boys seemed to do as well, they used to love to tell me by screaming about fucking me in the corridors. God, I hate boys. They are such dicks. Especially these days thinking they are so tough. Well, anything else to say about my looks is just the fact that I have long, wavy, black hair that goes down to my ass. I have managed to take pretty good care of it, even now. Well, now it's mostly in some messy type of hairstyle that keeps it from getting stuck somewhere. Currently, it's in two braids, falling down my shoulders. And that'll be the end of the intro, let's do something more important.

I get out of my car, looking around for ghoulies. There is none anywhere close, as far as I can see. I close the door behind me and pull out my bow and arrows. As I put the bow around my shoulder I grab a knife into my hand and keep walking. I'm trying to find some shop that hasn't been emptied out, I need something to eat. The street is quiet and lonely. There is trash laying around and a lot of non-functioning cars. I walk quietly, looking around with the suspicion that someone or something is going to show up soon. After a while, I still don't see anyone. It's almost weird how empty it is here today. I'm not complaining though. In the second that that thought slips my mind, I hear screaming. I stop and look around, it's coming from a big building pretty close in front of me. I just stand there and look for a moment. Then, the scream comes again. It sounds like a typical horror movie, you know? When some chick gets killed? Exactly that. I guess someone is in big trouble. I walk closer to observe what's up. Every few steps I hear another scream. I stop a few feet in front of the garden of that building, no way I'm going there. I'm not getting killed by whatever is in there. Whoever is getting, well most likely killed, has to take care of themselves. I take a step back and I hear it again. It hurts by eirs and goes straight to my chest. They sound so terrified. I shiver. Fuck it, let's risk my life once again. They are lucky I'm so nice. As I get closer I hear someone running up behind me yelling my name. "Michelle! Is that you ?!" I turn around. Josh Wheeler, he is still alive? How? I never really knew him, but he dated Sam and well, she told me stuff. "Yup twat, it's me. How are you alive?" He stops next to me and gives me a side hug. "What do you mean by that? I'm actually really good at surviving." I chuckle. "Sure." He scans my face for a bit. "What happened to your face?" I touch my scar and smile. "I caught a knife with my face." He tilts his head a bit. "Ouch." I want to say something by the screaming sounds again. He looks quickly at the building. "I think it's Sam. We have to save her." Sam? I bet she would scream like that, she can take care of herself. "You think? Plus why would you care? Last time I checked yall broke up." He looks down. "I hope it's her, you see I'm on a quest to find and save her." I look at him with disbelief. " I don't think  she needs a knight in shining armor." He looks sad, before he gets to say anything else I start to feel bad and speak again. "But whatever, let's save her." He smiles and we make our way to the building.