Kat's P.O.V.
Recap~*~*~*
Just survive somehow. Survival is key to an Apocalypse. Run, run, run, kill, sleep, survive. Hell, sometimes you don't get any sleep. What about food? Only happens if you're lucky. I'm pretty sure I haven't eaten in a week.
Running is probably what I do most nowadays. Walking too, but not getting anywhere in particular because of no motivation. No destination.
I wish I had a piece of the old world left— no photos, memories, or even family. Those are gone...
Friends? They're gone, too. So I'm basically on my own, but I don't know how I'm going to make it alive. I'm sick of being alone. I'm sick of doing nothing but moving my feet. I'm tired of everything...my body aches.
My soul aches; and my heart longs for something different. I wish I could get the old world back. What am I going to do now? I'm pretty sure you need people to stay alive. I've got nothing but my backpack, flesh-eating freaks, and somehow, my walking feet.
I wish I could just get some food on my hands; I also need sleep. To be honest, I don't know how I've got this far.
Or why I've gotten this far. What's my purpose now?
What's next?
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Strangers: Chapter One
I unravelled my sleeping bag after I pulled it out from my backpack. My stomach growled hungrily that I almost mistaken it for those walking, dead people...or 'things', I should say. I take down the fire as it slowly dissolved in the air. Now it smelled like firewood. The strong smell burned my nasal cavities and I bundled up in my sleeping bag. To be honest, sleeping bags are less comfier than what they seem.
I glance up from the ground and my eyes land on those 'things.' Somewhat far moaning and growling was sounded and I knew for sure this time that it wasn't my empty stomach. I rapidly shut my eyes when one neared me and tried to ignore it. I was secure, anyways.
There was a thin string that I made with certain materials and it circled around a small area where I could sleep and lounge. I had tied it around the trees so I could keep them away.
Out of nowhere, the hungry dead things that wanted for sure to consume me made me angry. My boil boiled in fury and I rose up from my bag and killed all of them.
These were the ones who vanished my family...my friends...
And then I realize that once, these were innocent people like me too, but I don't care anymore.
Then I remembered what my father told me before he rested his eyes: Just survive somehow.
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A/N: tbh i thought this was going to be longer and better but i just wanted to update anyway.
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