Herd of the afterlife

Home.

    Sigh.

"It feels like I'd been driving for years, god." Jane stepped out of the car with her backpack, as Ace hopped out with his tail wagging. She looked down at her feet as she readies herself to knock on her dads door.

Knock. Knock.

"It's Jane!" She yelled. "Open the door." She waited.

.... "Jane?" Was heard from the other side of the door, as the knob turned. "I haven't seen ya in forever. What's the problem? Got bored staying at the old woman's house?" He chuckles.

"She's dead. Those zombies— I don't know if you've heard, but there's these zombies roaming around, and they killed my mom."

Her father just stood there, shocked. "What?" He took a few steps back as his daughter stood there with tears approaching her eyes.

"Jane... come here." He reached out his arms as Jane ran him and hugged him. "I promise you and.." Ace looked at them, tilting his head. "Your mutt, will be safe here. Gotta spare room in here somewhere, you can stay there."

"Okay." Sighed Jane. "I'm gonna.. Put my backpack here real quick." They walked into the house as Jane closed the door and walked into her new room. "Ace, boy." Sighing and unpacking her
diary, Jane glanced over at the dog as he sat there, staring with gleaming puppy dog eyes to get attention.

  The girl picked up a pencil and wrote yet again.

    "It's still the same day, but shits going down. I'm just wondering, what the hell is going on? I tried to save her— Wait. No. I didn't try, actually. I stood there as she got killed. And I didn't do anything. I'm staying at dads, but god, do I need my own place. I can't risk getting him hurt too. WATCHING him get hurt, like mom. You're 19, Jane. What the hell are you still doing here? Grow up. Get a job. Grow up, fight some deer. Grow up, and fight some zombies." She stared at her paper for a second.

"I'm not gonna survive another day."

   Jane put her diary back into her backpack and got comfortable on her pillow. "Ace." Commanded Jane, making Ace lay at the bottom of the bed as he let out a little sigh, curled up and closed his eyes. "Don't worry. We'll get outta here soon. And we'll uh.. stab some zombies." They both yawned and fell asleep.

     The very next day, they both woke up, tired, yawning. "Let's go to the store." It was slightly bright outside, grabbing her phone to check it, Jane saw the time was 7:35. "Earlier than usual." Mumbled Jane, who then walked to the kitchen to get some food. "Cereal... Noodles... More cereal... Some bread..."

'Snacks.' Was written on a big box. "I'll take some chips." She grabbed a bag of spicy chips, devoured them, then headed towards the door as her black and white dog trotted alongside her. "Let's go on a walk." They both decided to walk to the nearest grocery store, it wasn't the quickest walk. But at least no zombies were encountered.

Crowds of people surrounded the store, as if their lives depended on getting in that place, everyone was screaming and shouting as the workers dealed with it.

"Of course. In a time like this, of course people are just eager to get everything they can possibly get."

She sighed and walked to the side of the store instead. "Hold up." Her head looked over to see if anyone was at the back of the store. "This way." Her and her dog both stealthily walked towards an 'employees only' room door. "It looks unlocked. And workers should be in the front, dealing with everyone."

CREAAAAAK.

The door slowly opened as the girl and her dog peeked through the door. The room was fairly dark, but light enough to see where they were going. Both of them searched the place, no workers to be seen. "Okay." whispered Jane. As she crawls and made her way to the actual store, she chuckled to herself.