left behind.

prologue

There used to be a time when my mother would come home dressed in her milky white nurses uniform, exhausted from her days work at the clinic. The werid smell of lemons still lingered on her attire like always as i embraced her in a hug, excited she was finally home.

But that was then .when the shit hadn't hit the fan, when going on a supplies run ment getting just random junk to please our human needs, when surviving ment just fitting in with society.

Now a day's when my mother returns home she's covered head to toe in gunk, most likely the remains of whatever infected she ran into.

The horrid stench of rotten flesh now replaced the old comforting scent of lemons. when i embrace my mother I'm not longer filled with joy because she's home to baby me, I'm happy because she's still alive and still here to tell me everything will be okay and comfort me.

Indeed those were the days i wasn't driven to madness because my mother, my hero more like was there to keep me sain.
Yet every good thing has to sadly come to a hault.

me and my mother were separated over a year ago, and even though its been that long i can still remember the event as clear as day.

My mom had gotten herself into a really heated argument with her old childhood friend, who at that time was helping us survive the outbreak. His plan was to go by the city of Atlanta in search for his Older brother, but my mother highly disagreed stating it was a stupid plan because the city had been over run with infected.

In a drastic situation My mom is the type of woman who becomes the my way or the highway type of person, so when she voiced her own opinion that me and her would just take off without him to start somewhere fresh and he didn't like it she went ballistic.

they fought for hours like an old married couple, pushing each other angrily and using profanity At times. I wanted to but in and stop them, yet it occurred to me that they've been at each other's throats like this from the age of seven , they can settle this themselves.

While time passed Things began to seem hopeless as they couldn't come to a peaceful agreement, and i was starting to second guess their long time relationship when suddenly it became deadly quiet.

As i feared they couldn't come to a compromise and my mom looked as if she reached her limit with him. Her face taking on the shade of a flustered red. Without a word said we got on our gear and hiked away from his bunker.

My mother never mentioned it but i knew she was distraught for leaving him there the way we did. For so long they've been joined by the hip through everything that i guess it just came as a shock to her because she finally pushed him away.

Maybe that was another reason she didn't escape with me the night we drove into an abandoned quarantined zone and ended up getting ambushed by a herd of the living dead.

She couldn't get her head out her ass and realize she was the wrong one all along and her plan had been a failure from the get go.

Normally in this type of situation people will have some sort of epiphany about their life and learn a valuable lesson from it. But Instead she saw the opportunity as we tried to escape as an easy way out of it.

To this very day i still question my mother's so called act of heroism. Was she truly trying to lead the herd back to where they were originally trapped to save other's the trouble? Or could she not live with any more burdens resting on her shoulders and viewed the situation as a door to freedom.

I may never know what was on her mind that night we took separate ways. maybe it's a good thing i don't know and she's probably happier without me there weighing her down.

Or maybe she's suffering without my presence to reassure her she's still has something to fight for. Hell maybe she's dead so i should just not wreck my brain about it!

Whatever the case is i know for a fact that what she did that night is something I'll never forget. Good intentions or bad I'll still remember her sacrifice.

What honestly bothers me the most is that Did it not occur to her when she was sending me off on my own that i have no survival skills what so ever?

For starter I can't shoot a gun properly, if I'm under pressure i just pass out from anxiety , tracking and hunting are two things I'm not highly educated on, and what's even worse than that is i don't have the guts to kill the dead! Some survivor i'am huh?

I literally have no idea how i managed to survive on my own. I've spent so long on the road since then that i just lost track of everything.

I just hope things will return back to normal soon. It's just strange how one day things seem so great in life and the next it just blows up in your face.

Guess that's one of the many mysterious ways god works, It makes you wonder though. what did we ever do to deserve this?

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