Before... the world went to shit I lived a pretty decent life. I had a big plan for life when I graduated high school. Oh by the way i'm a 16 year old girl, I have brown hair and blue eyes, I am freakishly tall for a girl standing 5'9. Anyway now you know what I look like lets get back to the before, I lived with my mom and step dad, and a baby sister. We all lived on a farm and we were taught how to hunt and how to live without the convince of living in a city or being able to go to the store.
I've always been addicted to music and instruments, I know how to play the guitar and the piano, and well pretty much any instrument you can give me. With my family we always did everything together, and we all knew what love was cause that is all you got in our family.
At school I had a few friends but i'm not complaining. I love them with all my heart, but my two best-friends were Carl Grimes and Raven Marsh. We did basically everything together and always had each others back.
The day the "end" happened I was driving home from school, when I got home I went into the house and plopped onto the couch turning on the television. The news was saying lock your doors and stay inside that the dead was coming back and killing the living. I just brushed that warning off because kids at my school had hacked the news places and put on bullshit broadcasts.
I went upstairs to my room to change and get ready to do my chores, when I heard the door open down stairs. I assumed it was my mom getting home with my little sister Hailey so I continued with my business.
I changed into my jeans boots and my vest that's cut off at the shoulders. It matched my dads before he got sent off in the military. Since I was going to be outside any way I decided to go hunting so I walked into the gun closet, in my room and got my crossbow and my shot gun. I also grabbed my hunting knife to skin the kills I made.
Once everything was strapped on I was ready so I walked down stairs and I saw my mom.
"Hey mom" I called out. She stopped what she was doing on the couch and turned to me. When I saw her face I lost it. It was covered in... BLOOD!! I look to what was on the couch and no... NO NO NO NO NO it was my sister Hailey . MY MOM ATE MY BABY SISTER?!!! I looked at my mom again and realized that she had bullet holes in her chest. I took a step back when she started towards me. NO this cant be happening she was perfectly fine this morning.
She killed my sister cause shes dead. NO the broadcast was true. I take a shaky breath and pull up my cross bow I aim for her head and shoot. She stops moving and falls to the ground. I walk over and pull out my arrow. And decided right then that I would survive this for my dead sister.
I run upstairs and I grab a bag and fill it up with all my guns and ammunition and grab another bag being my hunting bag and I fill it with my light hunting clothing. I grab the last bag and I fill it up with canned goods and food that will fit. I finally grab a picture of my family and I go outside to the stables. I get my horse blackjack and my dads horse belle. saddle both of them up and strap the food and the big bag of guns to belle. I keep as many guns and my arrows on me as I can encase something happens.
I jump up on blackjack and I set off to my childhood home in Georgia.
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Surviving The End
TerrorThe world as we know it is over. What do I mean by that? Well the world went to shit as soon as the "Dead" stared coming back and eating the living. Everything is gone. Me i'm on my own until i come across a group. If you want to know more about thi...