Wasteland

Hope. Less.

Zombie fact
In case of a zombie outbreak, a persons physical fitness will influence the odds of the chances of survival.
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The sun scorched our skin as we slowly made our way down the street. The slight breeze was taunting. My eyes were red and itchy from crying. The wound in my leg had travelled till my thigh making me unable to walk. This filthy piece of shit was spoiling my damn life. As if my life wasn't fucked up already. With one arm around Nathan I hopped , as he helped me to keep up. I felt guilty. I had pulled him into this. I glanced at his face for a second with the corner of my eye. Such a beautiful face chiseled to perfection like those Chinese doll makers. Mother used to buy me one for every birthday, and I used to stack them up on the top most shelf of my room, admiring it every morning. His pale face was now covered with dirt and grime .I noticed a small cut on his upper lip. I looked down at the ground , my face burning, when he caught me studying him.
No. I don't want to love him anymore. If it's too late then...

We had avoided several streets when the framing reached our ears. Both of us weren't in a state to run.

We reached a grand house at the end of the street and in we went. Memories came back. I knew this house very well.
This house had been scarred  into my memories because of the delicious apple pies they used to send  us for Christmas. That's when Apple pie became my favorite dessert. Mother used to place it at the top most shelf, in the kitchen. Whenever I passed the kitchen, a delicious mouth watering and sweet cinnamon smell would reach my nose, and remind me of the honey glazed pie sitting on the top shelf.

My family ( only me and my mom) were poor. My mom, a lone divorced women who fought for money to keep me alive, wasn't used to extravagant things, so these were very rare and little presents I got in life. Yet the relationship between us and this family failed me

Nathan reached for the door bell.

"You know these people?" I asked , surprised.

" Well yea ,some of them", he said pushing the door. With a tiny creak it have way for us inside.

"But I guess they weren't spared either" he said, tugging me along inside.

Talk about luxury. The house was huge . It's walls were draped with red velvet and its antique furniture was majestically old. Everything was spotlessly clean, and delicately brittle. The floors were laid with wood that gave a pleasant noise when I stamped me good leg. The living room floated on a intricate and expensive Persian carpet.Even Nathan' s eyes travelled around the room. But it was not awe. It's was disgust. Even I wouldn't have lived here if it was mine. I would have wreaked the house the minute I stepped in. It seemed so...wrong.

He helped my sit on a very foamy couch. I have a sigh of relief as I sank into it, my weak hand on its sides. I rubbed the leather gently with my arms taking in the whole experience .

" Somebody' s very excited" smirked Nathan.

He sat opposite to me on a very plain and old chair. His hair blown back and his t-shirt ripped. It gave him a very hot and rugged look. The one I used to see only on television. If Lily was in my place she would have stuck to hime like a leech.

I groaned. These cramps were killing me. I reached out for my phone and tried calling Lily. She wasn't talking to me this week. It was the usual hi and bye. She had cut her hair.The only clothes she wore were anything that was above her knees. She got herself a boyfriend and a row of others   willing to replace him. I sighed. I'm the only one who hadn't changed. I never liked change. The phone vibrated. I got a text back from her - Hey Cady! Sorry but I'm really busy at the moment ;-) will call later tomorrow after coming from Jess's place. I switched off the phone and threw it on the bed.

Another memory. Was that the last time I talked to her? I was finally regretting what I had done. I threw away the only friend I had.
Nathan reached out towards me and brushed a strand of hair out of my eyes and tucked it behind my ears. I quietly took my hand and held his on my face. I hadn't told him about the memories.

"I miss it", I whispered and met his eyes.

" I miss my old life. Our old life, Frost". He nodded slowly and withdrew his hand rubbing it on his thighs.

" What happened, has happened Cady . We should be grateful for having each other now."

I pursed my lips. And looked around the house.

" Hey Cady wanted to talk to you about some-".

Nathan stopped midsentence when there was a sound. It came from the kitchen.

"I'll go", he said.

I started to protest but he got up, ignoring me. He took my spanner and disappeared into he kitchen at the end of the hall.
After what had happened.I had been trying to figure all the minor memories I had, something in my heart told me I was missing something very important, a memory after I last saw Nathan frost that late night.

I leaned back into the couch. Mississippi one, Mississippi two.... When I reached fifteen I started to worry. I never wanted to be alone these days. I felt exposed and weak. I was the most weakest and the easiest target , and my leg made it easier.I was the young deer for the prowling lions. Zombie lions.
My whole left side felt stiff suddenly.
A hard pain struck my leg like a gong. I shut my eyes and screamed. The pain was unimaginable. It started to crawl up, my thigh and then my left hip.

" Nathan hel-" . I grabbed my throat.

Invisible hands wrapped around my neck. My eyes started to droop and my sight started to fault. I fell forward the carpet cushioning my fall. I heard a few footsteps running towards me, but it felt like more than one person. I could hear my heart beat slow down, my blood turning to cement. My body had given up. I felt useless as the virus crushed my heart, crushed my everything, destroying everything in its way ...