Wasteland

Survivor

Zombie fact
Zombies may not be good swimmers but they surely cannot drown, so the pool may not be ideal place to hide during and apocalypse. Stick to rooftops or high places.
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Among the imaginative possibilities, mine was the worst. There, right in front of me was a huge key lime pie. It's creamy tongue smacked it's lips and lounged at me ,trying to smother me in frost. I ran upstairs and banged face first into a plain white wall. Rubbing my head hard I turned around to find them standing in front of me. The blue eyed human held a raven black gun while, in the hands of dark haired boy gleamed a wicked knife. They both seemed like they were arguing over something- One had tears running down his cheeks and The other was breathing hard. They looked at me with fear, but tiniest bit of pity made them hold their weapons loosely.
A thin stream of blood flowed from the corner of Nathan's mouth and my mouth began to water. I lunged at him, digging my dirty nails inside his skin. He didn't fight back. The other started pulling my back, refraining my to sink my teeth into the soft skin.

" Cadence! Don't do this. Help me Nathan!"

Nathan...I had heard that name somewhere...it was so familiar. The one called Nathan looked at me. I could feel him X- ray every single molecule of my body.

" You can do this.. fight it!" he said softly

He had locked me with his arm. Roaring, I struggled in vain to pull of his arm.

" Listen to me!"

The volume of his voice made me listen to him, and I hated it. I was hungry..and I wanted blood.

" You are not a zombie." He said , punctuating his sentence with frequent deep breaths, as I twisted and turned, trying to get out.

" Cadence, please, I know you're in there..please". His words echoed in my head.

My growl turned into a purr. I suddenly found disgust in the crimson liquid . I fought the virus and I am still fighting it. My head turned light, and my eyes blurred slipping me into a memory..

" Mom! Did you pack my hairbrush? I can't find it here." I ran to the pile of clothes that I and thrown into the cupboard yesterday and desperately shoved my hands in, hoping my fingers would miraculously grasp the smooth handle of my hairbrush.
" Mom!" I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag, stomping downstairs to find my mom, my thin, frail mother, perched on the corner of the sofa.
" God, mother where is my hairbrush?"

From the corner of my eye I could see the thin hand of the clock nearing 12.

" Hmm, I am quite sure I packed it.", she replied in the most calmest manner. Her blonde hair that fell till her shoulders, was turning grey.

"No way.. I searched for it in my bag and it isn't there! And If I'm going to have to leave this hairbrush behind I might as well not go!"

She winced. Her liking for dad disappeared a long long time ago.
I took a deep breath. I had to calm down. I took my bag and leaned towards her, giving her a formal hug, like the usual. She held me and spoke in my ear.

" Honey, is this truly necessary? I mean, can't you go to a good college here? I could tell Barty to check? Are you sure..".

"No",I cut her words.

"We have discussed this , and I am NOT going to start again, you know I'm sick of it. Anyway" , I checked my reflection once more in the tiny mirror I had taken out

"It's getting late. There is no time for change, so you might as well as say bye forever", I snapped.

This, I hoped was the last argument I wanted to bear with her. I turned around, my head high and walked out of the door, relived to come out and I didn't have the slightest feeling to turn back and take a last look. Once I got into the flight I reached inside my handbag and found a chocolate brown hairbrush, the one my dad had bought me for my 13th birthday, and disappeared forever. The one that I had been using all my life. Finding it didn't make me feel the teeniest bit of guilt, or even the fear of what fate brought her later...

I stopped struggling. I then realized. My old life was a complete disaster! And I didn't make it any better. I was a loner. A person who wasn't liked by anyone, yet I tried to fit in, pushing away the things that put up with me before.I had a mother who I thought to be a burden in life, a sack of wet mud on my back that refused to drop down. Until she was gone I never realized the value. The value of true love. True love.
That was when Nathan showed up..and just like that I had got the best guy in the whole university. When life seemed to start great I lost my memory. The memories echoed in my head like a small hopeless light.
And now he was as unfamiliar as before. His tastes was mush more different than last time. I wanted my life back and nothing as going to stop me.

I ran forward  and grabbed the knife which was held loosely in Caleb's hand, and slashed my neck.

I woke up, beaded with sweat, to the sound of rain hitting the window. The wind roared at the trees, outside in the humongous garden, making them bend.
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The pain seeped up my leg, clawing my skin...tearing it. I felt an arm around me. I turned to look at Nathan, his face as beautiful as always. I pushed his arm away and rolled out of bed. Balling my fists and shoving it in my mouth made my inner screaming, a whimpering whisper. And I crawled to the kitchen.
The row of knives glittered invitingly on the granite counter. Gritting my teeth I picked the biggest and made my way towards the room with a white door opposite to me. Caleb had told me it had belonged to his father. The rain slashed against the glass, that it felt like a hundred giants were passing by. Groaning, I pushed it open and fell into something I would have called, an operational theatre. Rows of instruments lay neatly on a covered table.

" Anaesthesia.. Anaesthesia, where are you?" I chanted under my breath until my eyes caught the green labeled glass bottle.

Triumphantly, I grabbed it and a syringe and lay on the single bed.

My heart started beating involuntarily fast, up to my throat. The urge to throw up made me gasp for air as I filled the syringe and stabbed it into my thigh. I screamed.
The rain increased covering my voice.
No. No matter what ,I had to do this by myself. I raised the knife and hesitated, appalled at what I was looking at. My leg now was in a deep shade of violet and thumped as if it had a heart.. As if it were alive. It started to twitch, and I was pretty sure I wasn't doing it
I closed my eyes. For my old life. I wanted it back. I pictured everyone whom I wanted to get away from. The people, who I thought, spoiled my life. The actual people who loved me.
I brought the knife down.

I remember passing out, until Frost found me in a pool full of blood ( for the 2nd time!)I could see the tense lines forming on his forehead, as he tied the bleeding stump. He led me to the hall just as Caleb stumbled down shouting, " What the bloody hell is happening here!"
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