Zombie Slayer "Isolation of Life"

Chapter 1

I hate mornings. It's the time of the day that I always realize who I am. And it's always hard to get out of bed.

The morning sun flashes through the curtains, I almost forgot that the sun existed. For so many years, darkness ruled this place I forgot that a sun has existed upon us.

I curl myself under a warm, soft and comfortable bed sheet. Trying to embrace the warmth this sheet could give me. I toss and turn, and toss and turn, finding that sweet comfortable spot I've waited for so long. The day was perfect; I don't want to do anything. I don't want to care about the world, if only I could help it. I opened my eyes only to see if I'm still alive, only to check if I'm still breathing. I just want to be sure.

I have been living death for a decade, and I am pretty much was used to it already. Seeing my soldiers die in cold blood makes me feel guilty, and I am used to it. And at the same time I am not.

I got up from bed and I just sat there, seemingly waiting for something to happen, something normal to happen. I don't even know what normal means. I blink, once. I can see light passing through the curtains. I blink, twice. I can count two hands and ten fingers. I blink, thrice. I can see someone standing by my door. Sara.

"Good morning, you're Majesty." She curtsied. Sara is my lady in waiting; she is about 3 years older than me. Though it is her job to take care of me, I always thought she was family, a friend.

"Sara I told you call me Blaire, just Blaire." I smiled. She also smiled in reply. I want her to be comfortable around me; I don't want to be treated special because I'm not. I'm just a girl who lost her father at an early age and a girl who seeks justice for the lives of her people.
"Sara."

"Yes you're majesty? Ah I mean Blaire, my apologies miss."

"It is okay, is everyone ready?" For the past few weeks, I've been gathering information outside Valtimorgue. I think we will encounter another attack outside the wall. Leads tell me that maybe in a couple of weeks' time we must prepare for battle.

Valtimorgue is a kingdom not far from Xionesis. We the resistance, have lived here for a decade. Here, we have found our sanctuary, our home.

"Yes, miss they are ready. But the chief did say that the meeting shall happen after lunch."

"Is that so," if the meeting will be after lunch then I can visit the kids this morning. I commonly spend time with kids, whenever I want to forget my problems. Seeing their strong smiles somehow inspires me. They inspire me to fight for justice, to fight for their future. "How are the kids coming along?"

A brighter smile appeared from her face. "They've been waiting for you miss."

"Good, I shall prepare myself for breakfast and I'll be with you shortly." I stood up straight and walked towards the window. Sara, then, bowed and left the room. I press my palm to the small pane of glass and feel the coolness of morning mist.

Today is a new day.

Staying positive is one thing you could only wish you could have. Hard times pass by every minute and second. I've been pretty cautious of my surroundings, especially unusual things that pop up anywhere near me. Our enemy is within us, I can feel it. But recently, we've been having problems with our communications outside Valtimorgue. Somehow there is a bug in our communication systems, and that is one of the least priorities to handle.

I just have to wait a couple of hours more, so that I could report to Chief Cosgrove.

I quickly prepared myself for morning duties, it will be checking the armor supplies; supervising the southern wall and to tell kids stories. I only tell kids stories when I'm not too busy. I got in front of the door but then I stopped, it seem like I forgot something.

'What is it?'

I forgot to bring my sword. That's it. I glided through my room and reached for my sword inside my cabinet. I held a grip of it, and just stared at it for a while. It had broad grip; gleaming blade; shrill point. I stopped at one second and I was just completely mesmerized by every detail of this sword, it was my dad's. I was lost at that moment and I completely forgot my duties, then I stared to walk out of the room.

The halls seem emptier than usual. It seems a lot quieter. Beige walls, old paintings and a red carpeted floor, it's not normal is it? Or I may have another, meaning for normal now. I continued to walk with long strives. Reaching the far end of this hall I got to a wooden door.

Not thinking twice, I twisted the door knob and went outside.

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