From now on each chapter will be in Clea's point of view. If there is any problems please kindly leave.
Sometimes I wish to know how far I've gotten. I've been walking from my house in Lansing, Michigan for about three weeks.
I know it doesn't seem like a long time, but it is. I've only stopped to eat, sleep, and well. Other human necessities....
I'm not exactly sure where I am right now, but I know it's not safe. I keep hearing growls from off in the distance, causing me to tighten my grip on my father's old knife.
He'd received it after competing in a scouting 'adventure'. He got second place, though. My father was taken by whatever stupid thing is happening.
Even though I doubt it, I might be the last person alive. I really hope not. I can't imagine not being able to grow old with someone. I thought that someone would be my best friend, but I think he got taken too....I haven't come across him yet so.
As I walk down the road, glass from the crashed cars scattering the highway crunches under my boot clad feet. I stare at my feet, my purple bandana tied securely around my left ankle.
Suddenly I hear a loud noise coming from one of the cars. Quickly, I put the knife out in front of me and cautiously walk closer.
"Help...." A voice cries out.
My heart skips a beat. "W-who's there?...."
There's a snarling sound before I see something---someone---stand up. What looks like a boy, maybe my age, stares at me from about five feet away. His eyes a dull, white. His iris and pupil completely gone, leaving me to wonder what happened to him. It looks as if his hair is slowly falling out, his arm is twisted in an uncomfortable position. I can imagine that before all this happened, he was beautiful. He just has that aura about him. At least, used to.
"Can I help you?" I ask quietly.
Something in his dull eyes clicks, then he's running towards me and I'm running away.
This whole apocalypse thing has taught me to run faster. I run back in the direction I just came from, quickly looking back to see him trailing behind me.
"Come back! We can play...." He shouts, tripping over is own feet a few times.
I turn my head back to see where I'm going, only to trip over a car door that's randomly in the middle of this stupid road.
I land awkwardly on my arm, causing a sharp pain to shoot through it. I roll onto my back and hold the knife up as he gets closer.
"Please don't kill me." I beg, tears welling in my eyes.
He just keeps running, and well damn. I'm screwed.
"Don't let me miss...." I mumble before tightly shutting my eyes.
I throw the knife as hard as possible, then a few seconds later I hear a thud. I open one eye first, making sure I'm not dead. Then I see the boy, about two feet in front of me now, with my father's knife between his eyes.
Beginner's luck stupid.
I'm not stupid.
Yes, yes you are. You don't close your eyes when throwing a knife at whatever the hell that thing was.
Well I just did. Eat that brain.
Don't even question me. I don't understand myself half the time.
I stand up quickly and go retrieve my knife. I stare at the lifeless body. I just killed someone....a living person. Whether he was living, living or dead, living. I killed him.
That went better than expected.
***So I know that wasn't the best, but it's just starting so give it a chance.***
