Survive~ The Walking Dead

Chapter One: Justin

My stomach growled with hunger. I can't remember the last time I actually had a real meal with fruit, meats, and vegetables. I never liked vegetables besides tomatoes but now I crave corn, carrots, anything I can get my hands on. I wouldn't even care if it were red beets that I always despised and hated. I dream of the smell of meat and the warm substance in my mouth as it waters with the great taste I crave.

I rub my chapped, once smoothed, lips together as I imagine myself eating a pork chop. My mouth begins to water and my stomach pains grow louder.

"Melina, I have a can of green beans in my bag. It's the last but your stomach is louder that a gun being fired. Will you please eat it," my brother, Justin, begs knowing I won't take it.

"Only if you will have some too," I whisper. All my energy was drained just an hour ago when we had to run from a herd of biters.

Biters once were people until a disease turned them into a zombie type thing that eats your flesh and turns you into one of them. They took over the world about three years ago. I don't know if there are any other people out there besides my brother and I. My best friend might be out there. We lost her about two months ago at a house we were staying at. It got run over by the filthy flesh eating monsters. I just want an answer if she's out there or not. Will I ever know? Is she a biter? Is she staying in a tree, starving? Where is she?

Justin and I stop on the train tracks we are walking on. We sit down on the rust covered train track. We set our backpacks aside. He takes out our last source of food, green beans. He opens it with his knife.

Our stomachs are screaming at us telling us to devour them and stop the hunger pains. But our minds are smarter than our stomachs. We take little bites, savoring the taste. Our parents once told us, if we eat slow we will get fuller faster. I somewhat believe that. But I never listened to that statement as a kid. I always wanted to play with my friends in the world that once was normal, a world that once wasn't taken over by flesh eaters. That's another name you could call them, flesh eaters. Sounds accurate.

As we finish the can off, our stomachs still grumble for food but the can was good enough to give us some energy to hopefully last until we find more food.

I take out my water bottle and take a big drink so does my brother but with his bottle of water. We should have enough energy for the day and some tomorrow if we get a few hours of sleep tonight.

I put the water bottle in the side of my backpack and sigh.

My backpack contains another full water bottle, a sweater, one pair of underwear, gum (it helps the hunger believe it or not), ammo for my gun, another knife, and paper/pen. You never know when you might need to write a note or something, I guess.

"Do you want to stay here for a bit or move on," Justin asks me as I lay back onto the dead, once green, grass.

I reply with, "only if you want to, I wouldn't mind staying here for another ten minutes or so."

"Sure," he smiles and lays next to me.

We gaze up at the blue sky. It's the only color in this dark world. The only beautiful sight in this ugly world.

As I look up, my hand runs over the grass feeling it's ruff texture. I hear my brother pulling the dead grass up, trying to relax. I remember as kids when we went for picnics with our family, while we were eating, we would pull the smooth green grass out of the ground. Sometimes we would even throw it at each other. Justin and I were always close for all that I can remember. I think he's sixteen now and I'm fifteen, we were each others best friends but obviously we had a real best friend too.

"Justin, do you remember that one time when I was four and you were five or six and mom and dad left us with that really mean baby sitter," I chuckled at the memory.

"His name was Ralph and he was old and bald. We also were scared of him," He laughs at how childish we were.

"We always told mom and dad if they left us with him we'd never talk to them again but when they picked us up we ran to the car and started talking to them."

"Those were the days..." Justin whispers.

"I miss mom and dad," I stutter, not knowing if I should have said that.

"Me too. But we have to keep fighting for them. Maybe we're so close to finding the cure, we can't give up." Justin is always so positive.

"I love you," I say.

"I love you too, baby girl," Justin smiled. I love his smile. I never want to lose him, what would I do if I ever do?

"W-what if you die? How am I-I suppose to s-surivive?"

"Hey, hey. Don't think like that. And if I do, God forbid that ever happens but if it does, you're strong, brave, and have so much potential in you. You'll be fine. Just look at it this way, if I die and you are still alive remember it was just my time to go. Do I want you to cry? No. But I know you will. But I can't be the reason for your death. I would never forgive myself. If I die and you have crazy thoughts remember I'll always be here. But I won't be the reason for your death. You have to think. Give yourself some time. Remember my words though, I'm not the reason for you death. I love you with all my heart, baby girl. Fight this damn world until you're tired. I'm not the reason for you death, I'm not," Justin explains.

"Why do you keep saying you're not the reason for my death? Why would you be," I ask, confused.

"You're living right now, that's because of me. You have a reason to keep fighting. But if I die, will you still want to be alive? If you do something to yourself, I understand. I'd probably do the same and I'm not saying kill yourself. Follow your heart. If something is telling you to stay alive, then do that but don't kill yourself because I'm dead. Do it if you just don't want to go on but don't tell yourself 'since Justin's dead, I'm going to kill myself'. I don't want to be the reason for your death. Follow the red thing inside your body that keeps pumping blood through your petite body. Believe in yourself." My brother speaks with his wise words.

"Same for you, if I die."

I don't like to imagine my brother dying. I love him so much. I hope we die together because it would be so hard to live without him. He's the only person I have left. He's my life, my reason to keep fighting.

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