All That Matters (The CG Series #1)

Chapter Two

I made my way to the door with my hands still clutched to my knife. I grabbed the door knob, sending chills to my spine.

I thought of the only family I left waiting for me to come back before twisting the knob.

I pushed the door forcefully and stepped inside, feeling my knees started to shake as the two infected creatures locked their eyes on me. I was their prey.

The first walker zigzagged its way towards me. I stand still and gathered all the strength that I have to myself.

It fell to the ground, breaking its ankle. Its bone must be too weak and gave up when this creature ran as it saw me.

This must be my lucky day. Its broken feet slowed down the first walker.

The other one made its way to me with a bite mark to its left arm. Its flesh are decaying and his arm was almost out of its place for getting bit.

Just when its close enough, I held the walker by its head. Its arms are reaching for me, desperately craving for human flesh.

I thrusted my knife straight in to its skull, making the creature completely brain dead. The blood splattered over my hands as I tried to remove my knife from it.

Until someone grab hold of my leg, making me fall to my feet. Its hands are cold and I couldn't see any human emotion through its blank stare. There isn't a sign of humanity left in this mindless creature's eyes. It was something.

It was the first walker I didn't took down earlier.

I lose grip of my knife and it slid away from me. The walker is still holding me by my foot, making it possible to pull itself closer to me and impossible for me to get my knife back.

Its hands are clutched tightly to my leg. Its teeth are now inches away from my skin with a pool of drool dripping on my boots.

I kicked its head with force, making it let go of me for a second. But it made its way to get back on holding my leg.

It seemed as this mindless creature won't stop until I become one of them.

This world must be a warpath. But my fate isn't laid on this creature's hands. It's still up to me and the way how I think of surviving this, right here, right now.

I can't let myself die like this.

As the two of us are still on the ground, both are moving to get what we desperately want. I tried to reach for my knife.

My fingertips are only inches away from it until the walker pulled me closer to itself, again. Its force is undeniably powerful but we've got our difference. I still have my mind, and it doesn't.

I searched the ground for anything I could use to end this nightmare. Something sharp.

A screwdriver caught my attention. It was within my reach.

I grabbed the chance to get my fate back which it almost took. I thrusted the screwdriver in to the head of this mindless creature, making it motionless.

Screw you.

I drag its body away from me and stand back up. I got my knife and headed to the kitchen for one reason. To scavenge.

I opened the refrigerator and found no luck. I searched through the cabinets and found couple of canned goods lined up.

I grabbed some and left few for I know that we are not the only one who needs this. We are not the only survivors.

Just when I got out of the kitchen, I decided to go upstairs with the thought of finding something we can use. I walked slowly with every step of the stairs, holding my knife. Something might be here and come out on my way in any moment now.

I have to be ready.

A room caught my attention with its door opened. I went closer to it.

Walker inside got my shoe didn't get me.

It seemed as someone left this note as a warning, and with a pride he or she still made here out alive.

One of the walkers downstairs might have opened this door before it got bit and turned in to one of them.

Books are scattered on the floor and saw more of it as I entered the room. The window was opened, sending cold breeze to my face.

Just before I decided to leave this place, I wrote down a note to the door too.

Clear.

I went downstairs and walked out the door. The sun was starting to set and shadows are falling behind.

I started to walk and make my way back home. I wanted to be in the only safe place I know.

I wish life was still as sweet as a chocolate pudding.

Maybe it could be easy to tell that the world is clear as writing down the word. Or at least I could hope to walk out this hell just as I walked out of that door.

The door that always seemed to be close is the door that has been keeping us from escaping.

**A/N: I'm sorry it took forever to update. It took me two or more hours to write this chapter because my dog keeps waiting for me and giving those puppy eyes and he was like "love me" so I did! :) I really hope you'll keep reading and still enjoy. I love you sunshines! ♡♡