This Dark, Dark World

Prologue

Courage, sacrifice, determination, commitment, toughness, heart, talent, guts. That's what little girls are made of.
~Bethany Hamilton

I woke with a jolt, my feet immediately hitting a wooden board not inches away from me, as I heard the windows downstairs shatter. That's when I remembered that I was curled up in my tiny closet. Everything that had happened was coming back in flashes. My best friend screaming. The smell of rotten flesh filling my nostrils. Non-stop running. I couldn't stop.

I hugged my knees to my chest and listened out for moans. I begged silently that I wouldn't hear any. If I did, that would mean that those things were inside. My head began to throb uncontrollably and I hissed in pain as I pressed one hand against it. I realised that I had passed out again. I wondered how long it had been for this time.

I nearly jumped again as I heard screaming downstairs and then two gunshots. Then I heard the sobbing. It reminded me too much of what I had sounded like. "Go!" she had yelled. "I'll hold them off!" Then I left her. I just left her to fend for herself while I ran like a coward, not looking back once. When I reached my house I darted upstairs and quickly hid in my wardrobe, my body shaking with horrible sobs until I blacked out. I hated the sound of crying. It wouldn't do anything; it wouldn't bring anyone back. I covered my ears with my hands and flinched as I fell against the side of the wardrobe with a soft thud. My eyes widened in panic and I froze. Please don't say that anyone heard that! I thought. I don't think anyone could've, because someone downstairs was yelling.

"You idiot!" they roared, "why the hell did you shoot them? You think the rest of them are deaf? Huh? Answer me!"

"Joey!" a woman said, a bit quieter, "no; we know they're not deaf! So screaming is not going to help our situation!"

I heard harsh breathing, probably the first man trying to calm down, then the sound of a kick and another man groaning in pain.

"Fucking idiot," the first man hissed.

Suddenly, I heard the creak of the loose floorboard in my room. Someone was in my room. I held my breath and tried to pull the clothes hanging up across my face. But it was too late. The door to my closet was thrown open and the barrel of a shotgun was pointed right between my eyes.

Author's Note: Hey peeps :P Sorry I haven't been on Wattpad in a million billion years but here it is! The prologue to my first zombie story! Eeeek XD Okay I'll stop it's just that I am crazy about everything to do with zombies and I am so excited to finally share this story with you guys :) I've been working on it for ages (most of it planning T_T) I was gonna put this and the first chappie up yesterday but I didn't have a title... I am not even joking... But anyways after this weekend, I will try REEEEEEEALLYY hard to start uploading a new chapter every Friday. Anyways hope you guys enjoy and don't forget to vote, comment and follow :D Thanks again

~IKnowMyABDs