After living in the San Fernando Valley her entire life, Reagan Martinez finds herself in Georgia during the midst of a strange outbreak, where the dead have begun to walk the streets.
Reagan always had an easy life. Born to an upper-middle class f...
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OVER A MONTH.
I think it's been over a month? I don't know, I've lost track of the days. But over a month is how long those sick freaks have been roaming the streets– how long I've been holed up in this crappy apartment. I don't know if this is going on everywhere else in the world, or just here in Georgia. Either way, I'm stuck here with no way out as of right now.
My family's gone, when I came back from the grocery store I couldn't find them. Nothing, no note, no sign of where they would have ran off to. Just gone. That's been the hardest part so far, other than the fact that I'm running out of food. Everything I had brought back is either finished or rotting. All that's left is a bag of crackers and a can of peaches.
I got up from the corner I was sitting in and walked over to the window, peeking through the blinds and looking outside. A few of those things walked across the streets, not as many as there were the other day. This could be my chance, I've been too scared to leave the apartment since this started. But if I wanna survive, I'm going to have to take my chances.
Walking back to the other side of the room, I grabbed the doorknob and slowly opened the door. It made a loud creaking noise as it opened. I walked through the small apartment, passing a mirror on my way to the front door.
I looked at myself, I was a huge mess. My hair was greasy and tangled, dried up mascara ran down my cheeks, my lipstick and any other products I had used that day were smeared. If there are any estheticians still alive, I need to find one ASAP and get a facial or something.
Hesitantly, I lifted up my arm and brought my nose to my armpit, which I immediately regretted. Upon taking a whiff, I winced and turned my head away. The water in this apartment had stopped running weeks ago, so I wasn't able to shower or anything since then.
On the floor across the room, I noticed something. Walking over to the shiny object, I bent down and grabbed my mom's iPhone. I quickly pressed the home button, turning it on. The phone only had 5 percent of battery left. I read the screen, seeing my older sister's name.
Ximena: 15 missed calls
I tapped on the notification hopefully, the phone began to call my sister's number but was immediately followed with a beep. I sighed, what little bit of hope I had just vanished within a span of 10 seconds.
Gathering all of my courage, I stood up and walked to the front door, my hand hovered over the doorknob before slowly turning it, I carefully opened the door and poked my head out. There were a few dead bodies lying throughout the hallway– and it smelled absolutely rank. I stepped out and closed the door behind me and began to walk down the hallway, quietly stepping past the corpses.
One of the corpses began to reanimate, lowly growling and picking its head up. I tiptoed faster past the rest of the bodies, though my boots didn't make for the most quiet getaway. I approached the end of the hallway and walked past the elevator, beginning to walk down the stairs. I sighed, remembering our room was on the third floor.
