Ride to Nowhere

Chap. 1

(Sawyer's POV)

Broken glass crunched under my leather boots as I wandered around the deserted streets of Austin. The moan of a zombie echoed out from the distance.

It's funny how we thought all this would last forever: the skyscrapers, buildings, and cultures. It seemed eternal. Who knew that one mistake could cause entire civilizations to crumble. It felt like humans would rule forever, but instead it was one single pill took us down.

I heard the uneven steps of an undead being walking behind me on the broken glass of windows for beyond repair.

I loaded my gun quickly and spun around facing the rotting corpse. Skin was peeling off of its dead body, sometimes revealing glimpses of bones from underneath. I gagged at the foul stench that came from it. It must've been one of the first zombies.

I fired my gun at its head and sprinted away as quickly as I could. Zombies had excellent hearing. Every time you make a loud noise like a gun shot, you better be ready to run.

Running is all I do now, but what else can I do? I haven't seen another human being in three years, save photos, so why would I sit down and try to start a life? Three years ago there was a time when people had reason to care about things like that. Going to college, getting a job, starting a family. But now? It's all so meaningless. The only goal in life now was to survive. But then again hasn't it always been like that? Go to college to get a job. Get a job so you can feed yourself. Start a family so the human civilization could continue. It's funny how we worry about survival when in the end we always die.

I guess thoughts like these would be considered morbid. But in times like this, death is just another thing on your checklist.

Especially if you're surrounded by dead people.

Now it would probably be fair of me to explain what caused this, and why I'm still here.

So hear goes the story of the human's downfall; and the story of why I'm still here.

~*~

"Sawyer, get your little ass downstairs immediately!" My dad's heavily drunk voice slurred. I cringed at his language. I wish more than anything that my siblings didn't have to hear and learn such words at only three years old,"and bring your bratty siblings with you!"

"Come on Violet! Follow me Bobby! Daddy wants us!" I squealed in a feigned cheerful voice.

Bobby began to follow me until he saw his twin sister stay put on the floor, crossing her arms.

"I don't want to go downstairs." Violet pouted.

"Well, if she's not going I'm not!" Bobby whined.

I bit my lip and glanced downstairs. I did not want to go face my father and whatever he wanted. But I would like facing the consequences of making him unhappy even less.

"If you guys follow me downstairs, I'll play whatever game you want to play, okay?" I said finally.

Satisfied with the deal Bobby and Violet happily walked down the stairs.

I cautiously crept down the stairs and was met with the towering figure of my unhappy dad.

"I thought I told you to come here immediately." He growled causing me to flinch.

"I-I was trying to-" I stammered.

"Did I ask you to try to do anything?! No I asked you to do as I said!" He roared.

In seconds I was on the ground clutching my bleeding shoulder, surrounded by shards of the beer bottle he had been holding.

I forced myself not to cry, it would make him angrier.

"Clean this mess up, you little bitch!" He spat, giving me a kick and stumbling away.

I quickly cleaned up the mess he made and patched up my bloody shoulder that had already ruined my shirt.

I examined my already scarred arms and sighed as I realized that another scar would be added to the mix. Some scars from him, some from myself.

I heard a scream from my mom and I rushed down the stairs to see my father having a seizure on the floor. In seconds he collapsed, dead.

Before I had a moment to process what had happened his eyes flew open and he stumbled towards my mother, taking a giant bite from her arm.

Screaming in pain she tried to fight him off, telling us to leave the house.

I seized my sibling's hands and took off down the street, screams echoing from places everywhere.

Tears openly streamed onto my cheeks as I rushed to find safety.

I ran into the city and into a random store, watching the TV news reports of what had happened.

"It seems the miracle pill which reduces any body fat has proved as deadly. Those who have already taken the pill will turn into these morbid creatures without a doubt-" sobbing broke out everywhere around me,"if you haven't try to avoid any bite or scratch from these creatures for it will result in death which in turn, will cause you to become one of them."

And that line was what led everyone to realize, that this was the apocalypse.

~*~

My siblings are dead now. They died a couple months after the apocalypse began. I was unable to save them when all I lived for in life was protecting them. After I had gotten scratched and didn't die I realized I was one of the unlucky few who were immune. There had to be other people out there. I couldn't be completely alone. But I still had yet to come across a living creature with a soul.

As dusk set I remembered I would have to find a place to stay the night.

I found an abandoned house and cleared the place of zombies. I pushed aside the furniture and created a safe place to start a fire. Once the crackling fire was blazing, I raided the house for any necessary supplies.

I sat solemnly by the fire in my sleeping bag while I ate stale chips and water. Once I settled in my sleeping bag ready to sleep, one hand under my pillow with my hand curled around my gun I heard footsteps.

Human footsteps.

Before I had a chance to react, a hand clamped over my mouth and held a jar of something foul smelling to my nose. I tried struggling but the hold on me was like iron. In seconds my vision quickly faded into darkness.

~*~

A/N

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