Apocalyptic Love

Prologue

I look at the reinforced fence in front of me, after months of looking for a shelter or safe place to stay. I took a few more steps before an arrow landed at my feet and I looked up to see a figure that was hard to make out but it looked like a male because of their broad shoulders, the figure was standing on top of an old stone brick wall, by old I mean before all hell broke loose 20 years ago old. “Don’t take another step unless you want an arrow through the skull!” I stayed still, not daring to find out if he was bluffing or not. “State your name and why you are here!” I swallowed, worried some infected would hear his yelling and come this way. “Y/n.” I stated my name in a normal voice, not too loud yet not too quiet either, just loud enough for him to hear. “Why are you here?” He asked in a demanding tone. I told him why I had come in a calm voice to not start an unwanted fight. He disappeared down the wall and after a few minutes the heavy looking gate opened as he stood there, bow still at the ready if he needed to pull the string back and aim. 

“Follow me.” I nodded my head and walk behind him as he looked back at me every so often. I didn’t take note of that as I was too busy looking around at the small community that was here. They had turned a school into a safe haven, there was a garden, a few animals, makeshift huts, tents, and even a toolshed which must have been storage for weapons. They had everything they would need. The man, who I had learned was Orson, led me into an office which must have been for a principal in the past. He opened the door and motioned for me to enter before closing the door behind me. I looked in front of me to see a woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties sitting in the chair. She had dark black hair and her eyes were green, she must’ve been the one who was in charge. “Name.” I was slightly caught off guard from her slightly raspy voice, “Y/n.” She looked at me closely and pointed to the seat to my left, “Sit.” Once in the seat she asked me multiple questions. While she seemed to think about whether I could stay or not I noticed all of the scars she had and my mind began to wonder what had happened as most of the scars looked like she should be dead by now. “Something the matter.” I looked up at her as her question brought me out of my train of thought. “Your scars, some of them look like you should be dead and yet, you're sitting here in front of me. How? I mean the one on your arm looks as if you were bitten.” She looks down at the scar of what seemed to be an old bite mark, she then lets out a sigh and says something I didn’t think she’d say. 

“Let me tell you a story, about how I was bitten, but, we’ll start from the beginning.”

*I hope you all end up enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing this.*