Back From The Dead

Chapter 1

*dreams*

"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to Sarah, happy birthday to you." My mother sings, auburn hair shining in the setting sun.

I quickly blow out the candles, forgetting one.

"You have a boyfriend! Sarah has a boyfriend!" My younger brother teased. My dad came around with the knife, slicing the thick cake into 4 pieces, one for each of my family members. We sit at the table, eating our cake, talking about the day at school. I mention my art teacher, she's really crazy. We talk about life.

*dreams ended*

I bolt right out of my bed and step into the small bathroom of my RV. I face the mirror taking in my appearance. I got into a nasty fight with some walkers last night. I was lucky to get out alive.

This whole apocalypse started a couple of months ago. I lost my family when our house got overrun. I managed to get out because I hid in a cupboard until they left. I lean back on the counter and let the tears fall freely. My family. Dead.

I was lucky enough to get out but now I've been by myself ever since. It gets lonely. Im 18, luckily my dad used to take me out hunting, so I know how to fight and kill. Im not weak.

I get up from the counter and hear my stomach rumble loudly. I walk to my small kitchen and open the cupboards.

One small can of pea soup left.

I rip the little tab open and grab a spoon. I hurriedly eat the little can without even warming it up.

I toss the can in the sink, grab my axe, pistol (just in case) and a couple of small knives, and a crossbow, running out the door.

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Quietly, I sneak down the path crossbow in hand, watching out for animals to hunt.

I spot a deer eating grass in a clearing. Perfect.

Out of nowhere a moan comes up from behind me. I turn around swiftly shooting the walker in the head, still being as silent as possible. When I turn around the deer is still there.

Stupid deer.

I point the crossbow at its brain, slowly pressing my finger on the trigger.

As soon as I let go, the deer's legs give way and it falls to the ground. My stomach grumbles in anticipation. This one deer will feed me for weeks.

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Once I got back to my temporary camp, I skinned the deer. I made a fire and cooked the whole deer so It would last longer, seeing as there was no coolers, ice, or fridges anymore. I shudder, remembering the old days. I lean back in my plastic, folding lawn chair nibbling on my deer.

I remember not wanting to eat deer when I was little, because all I could think about was Bambi.

I laugh about how the times have changed, how much I've had to adapt to this new world.

I hate it here. I want to just give up sometimes, but I know that I have to keep going for my family. They would want me to continue. They would want me to find others, to get somewhere safe. And if this whole nightmare ends, they'd want me to continue my life.

Right? I can't just give up.

I have to keep going.

For my family, my little brother. I have to live out my life for the one that he never got to experience.

I have to.

As I sit beside the dying fire, contemplating my life, I hear a loud crack. I jump out of my seat, knife in hand. Then I hear someone mumble an oww.

Wait... It's a person. A real. Live. Person.

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Cliffhanger😱

Just to piss off anybody who actually reads this story. 😜

Pray for Boston and the injured runners 😥

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