Death. It's inevitable. My mom died on my 19th birthday. I witnessed all of it.
We were one month in to this hell hole. walking down the street, we thought it was clear. But out of nowhere I turn around and see it. "Mom look out!!" I scream. But it was too late. The second it sunk its teeth into my moms neck, I knew it was over. I pull out my pistol and shoot it square in the forehead. They fall to the ground. I run over and slide down next to her. "Ophelia... I love you so much.." She chokes. "Mom I'm so sorry.. I'm so sorry.. I'm..." I sob. "It wasn't your fault.." She breathes. She takes my hand. A tear rolls down her face. "What n-now..?" I bite my bottom lip as she looks me in the eye knowing what she wants. "Honey, Be brave." I hear her whimper. I take out my gun. " I love you.." I whisper. BANG! I stare through tear ridden eyes at my moms now lifeless body. I stumble down the empty road, now alone.
In the midst of panic I took shelter in an abandoned van. To my surprise it actually turns on. I shift gears and ram into a couple of walkers as I make my way towards the coast.
