A Walk Among The Dead

Prolouge

Survive.

To continue to live or exist, especially in spite of danger or hardship.

I thought I knew what it took to survive.

I thought you would need things like food, water, shelter, maybe even a warm, crackling fire. I thought in order to survive, you had to have mental sharpness, a healthy emotional state. I thought to survive, you had to know exactly what you were doing, or you wouldn't make it.

I was wrong.

To survive means to try and grasp the tiny thread your life is hanging by before it breaks. Survival is running faster than the brute that might be chasing you. Surviving is continuing to breathe, even when your life seems like it's under water.

To survive means to barely scrape by with your life, as long as you're still living.

If only I would have known what it really took to survive before the world went to shit. I packed my bags full of wit, sagacity, and a few rusty cans of food. I thought I was prepared to survive.

I wasn't prepared, not by the slightest.

If you think about it, one cannot truly prepare for things like this. I mean, a zombie apocalypse? There's not supposed to be such thing. It's supposed to be a disaster made for the big screen, only existing in Hollywood.

But again, I was wrong.

Now I live by these sayings; Expect the unexpected, all you have is yourself to trust, and destroy what threatens to destroy you. I figured, if I follow these guidelines, I, Rowan Clark, a not-so-strong teenage girl, could survive.

Easy enough, right?