-CHAPTER 12-
2 months of wandering in the forest, killing all freaks in my way, not knowing where I am or where I'm going. No sign of any human being.
I left the house because it brought back too many memories.
The only things I brought with me are all our weapons, food, and some clothes.. There are only two things that reminded me of Katrina and my dad, and I wore it all the time. I left the rest of their stuff behind.
I've been wearing the same thing since I left. Plan white tee, skinny black jeans, combat boots and all my accessories which included:
1. Mom's dream-catcher,
2. Dylan's bracelet,
3. Katrina's blue bandana with white stars all over it, which I wear on my face, and
4. My dad's silver watch.
And of course I always have my weapons strapped on me.
I lived those months hunting, sleeping on tree tops, hiding my stuff in trees, and wandering in that forest. That Hunger Games shit actually helped.
But I was tired.
A freak appears and I easily slice its head.
How long will I keep doing this?
I was losing it.
I fell to my knees. "C'mon Big Guy..", I said, "Why didn't I die with them? Is there a reason??" I was starting to cry. "Because if there is, then give me a fucking sign!"
Nothing happened.
"Katrina..
Dad..
I'm sorry..", I whispered.
I put a gun to my head. I was about to pull the trigger..
When a horse ran by.
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FanficI am so into The Walking Dead right now. <3 So I made a story about this zombie apocalypse thing and how it complicates other shit going on in life. So.. Hope you like it. ;) First time I made up a story.. Well, here. :) P.S.: This is a Walking Dead...