When the end comes

The Breakout

I'm walking home from school, and watch as I jump over every crack in the sidewalk. I spot my yellow house at the end of the street and start sprinting, I really need to tell my mom about the perfect paper I got. Right before I reach my house I realize Mr.Feilds isn't out working on his garden like he always is. I shrug my shoulders and open my white fence that seriously needs repainted. I burst through the door and head straight for the kitchen. I step foot through the doorway and immediately notice the motionless body of my mother laying on the tile floor.
"MOM!" I scream, scrambling for my phone. I type in 911 and listen to the silent static through the device. I'm at the verge of screaming and already can feel the tears pour down my somewhat round face. When I realize nobody is gonna pick up I hit 'end'. I rush to my moms side and check her pulse. I fall into her chest when I feel nothing. No heartbeat. No breath. No warmth. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. I close her eyes and lay on the floor crying. That's when I realized I need help. I pick myself off the floor and rush over to my neighbors house, Mr Feilds, and knock on the door. No answer. I walk around the house still crying and in shock. I peer through the back window and see the body of Mr. Feilds laying on the ground motionless. I scream not wanting to except that my mom and Mr. Feilds are actually gone. This is going so fast and I can't process anything. I run into the street and scream out for anyone.
"PLEASE, ANYONE!!!!" I shriek, hoping someone will help me. Anyone.
I collapse on the ground in shock, fear, sadness, and most of all confusion.
What the hell happened?

I snap awake and immediately feel the cramp in my neck.
"Stupid trees" I grumble to myself. I peer down to the ground and wonder why I picked such a high tree to stay in. I undo the rope keeping me in the tree and stuff it into my backpack with the rest of my stuff. I then begin my descend down from the high tree. Once I reach the ground I put on my green army jacket and lace up my black combat boots. I pull up my thick, curly blonde hair and sling my backpack onto my back.
"Ready to go Amber?" I ask myself.
I'm terrified of survivors, so I try to avoid them at all costs. If you thought people were scary before the whole world went to hell, then you should see them now. There are cannibals, torturers, maniacs and people who will just kill you at first sight. I've had to kill people, only two, but still people. It's not like I wanted too, it's just that they were attacking me.
I walk for a couple hours and then decide to take a break. I find a log and sit down. I pull out a can of baked beans that was half full and start eating. When I thought about the world ending I figured that it would be from zombies or from the world blowing up or something, but instead it's from a fucking disease that either killed you or turned you into an alien looking creature. Some people would consider me and everyone else that is alive lucky because we survived the deadly disease, but they are so fucking wrong. This life sucks,period. Especially if your all alone like me. It has been 2 years since the breakout and my mom dying and I still haven't found a group. Except for this one boy I met, his name was David, but he's gone now, probably even dead. Now I'm 17 years old, like anyone's counting ,I was 15 when this all of this started, I have curly blonde hair and crystal blue eyes, with an olive skin tone and I'm around 5'3-5'6. I have a small structure and lots of curves. Although the world is fucking hell now, at least I don't have to worry about impressing boys because I think I'm ugly. My mom would always tell me how beautiful I was but that was all her. My mom was stunning, I got her crystal blue eyes but she had gorgeous long black hair that fell down to her rib cage. She had tons on curves and had a chest,where me on the other hand hardly had anything going on there. I really miss my mom,she was my best friend and would know exactly what to do.
I carry myself pretty well, I try to act tough and not scared, which works, but I'm truly terrified.
Right now I'm in the middle of Colorado and heading Northeast towards Pennsylvania. I'm trying to find my friend who I met at the beginning of this. He said that there are camps of living people up near the Great Lakes. He wanted to head to the big camp near Lake Erie. We got separated during a supply run and were attacked by the alien looking creatures that we used to call people. I miss him a lot, his name was David, and I need to find him.
I get up from the log and brush the dirt of my butt and throw the empty can of beans on the ground. I put on my black fingerless gloves and start on my path again. My weapon of choice is compound bow and arrows, because well my father, before he died taught me how to hunt with one. Before I left my house in Arizona I had grabbed mine and have been using it until now. As I'm walking I spot some deer tracks and start following them. It takes me 30 minutes but I finally spot the deer that made the tracks and ready my bow. I take a deep breath and am ready to release when I hear a gun sound and the deer drop. I quickly point my bow towards the source of the gun but I see nobody. I stay crouched down and staying covered by the trees. I stay in my crouched position behind a tree for a while. I decided to take a few more steps when I step on a stick and it cracked loudly leaving me to mentally slap myself on the forehead. A chill runs down my back when I feels the cold barrel of a gun pressed on the back of my head.
"Drop your weapons." I hear a young, smooth voice state to me.
"NOW!" The voice shouts.
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So I hope you enjoy this story, it's an original so I'm worried people won't like it. And I'm gonna explain everything better later but her name is Amber and she's 17 at the moment so yeah. Please keep reading and leave comments plus vote. I will update when I can.