My Life

Part 1

My name is Madison Anne Kelly, and I was born in 2006, I am 14 and it is currently 2019. I was born an orphan, and life is hard. See, a few years ago, the world was starting to become a disaster. People were becoming your stereotypical zombie. Ya, they would eat people, and snarl, but they were fast. The zombies WERE fast, but they slowed down over these years. I think I'm the only one left, and I cant tell days, from weeks, from months either. I cant give up, even if I am alone forever. I just keep walking, hoping to find someone, but never succeed and end up with another worthless time period. I cant sleep due to the danger, lurking in every corner. The zombies will catch you, and eat you, so you cant close your eyes...ever. Colors remain, but who cares....Am I truly the only one who survived? I ask myself this everyday. All I want, is another's touch. I thought men were "so" tough, well,apparently not. So, I walk along the cracked cement of the road with my pistol in hand and my knife in pocket - never know when you'll need 'em - and feel determined. I'm in desperate need of another, and determined to find one. I occasionally pass a zombie or two every twenty minutes, it gets real repetitive. I just walk for what seems to be plenty of dull hours, when I come across a supermarket. I can hear talking...TALKING?! I haven't heard talking in like 4 years, It doesn't sound like a male or female, because its barely audible. I have to get a closer look. All I can here from were I'm at is mumbling. Is it a human? Or something else. I haven't even seen another normal, non-infected human ever since "The Incident". I take my knife out and put the pistol away, there is a window. I peek my head up, into the window. It is a...zombie. An infected, oozing, hideous zombie. I got my hopes up for nothing....maybe I'm hallucinating? Well, I might as well kill it. I climb silently through the window, but as soon as I do, gunshots...at it, then near me. The gunshots are loud since we are in a supermarket...an enclosed space. My ears are hurt now and I think i'm pretty close to death when I bullet just hits the fabric of my jacket and rips a hole in it. I shout "STOP! STOP SHOOTING! I'M NICE!" and gunfire slows, then stops. I am curled in a ball right under the window seal now. Then I open my eyes, a big, broad, muscular man is presented in front of me. He has brown, short, wavy hair, and a stubble of facial hair. He also has kind and gentle, blue eyes. He stands proud and tall, too. A human, an actual normal being. I found someone, I found sanctuary. Then I come to my senses and shout "What the hell was that for!" I wield my knife, 'Have it at the ready, and stay still and steady' is my saying. "Calm down, I am Brian and I meant no harm to you, but I thought you were another one of those things..." he says to me. I am still shocked and I say "It is okay," and give him a calm look. My breath is slowing now and i'm okay. "Whats your name," he asks me with kind eyes. "Its Maddy, and You are Brian, correct?" I ask. "Yep, that's me. Nice name too, Maddy." he teases. I may not be so close with him, but I can say that he is beautiful....stunning even. "You seem lost" he says to me. I stop staring at him and give him a stern look, then say "Well, Brian, Ill have you know that I am not lost, because I'm not going anywhere in particular." He just looks and me and giggles. "Well, it would be nice to have some company with me." He smiles at me, he has perfect teeth. " Well, I suppose I can tag along. But promise me something, don't do anything weird okay?" I say. He looks smug now, then he says "What is your definition of weird, Maddy?" I give him a grin, then I say "Smart ass, let's get going." He just laughs and helps me back out of the window frame, since the door is blocked. I cant trust him, can I? After he helps me out the window frame, he stays inside to gather a few hunting supplies like some new, sharp knives that nobody got their hands on....yet. "Brian, are their other people out there?" I ask him. "Maddy, I couldn't answer that question even if you asked me to a million times." He replies, his back facing me. He is wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with leather boots. "That's too bad, because we could get a whole army started, and fix the world again." I say back at him. "Ya, it is too bad, but the world really isn't worth fixing anymore, I don't think." He sighs. Bad topic to talk about, I guess. After a moment of pure silence between us he asks "What if we are the only one's left, Maddy?" and I don't know how to answer. Then I blurt out "I've been asking myself that question for a very long time, Brian." and let out a sigh, it felt as if it was a sigh of relief, but why? Maybe because I have someone who is on the same page as me. Then, it was like he read my mind because the next thing he said was "At least someone is on the same page as me." So, he crawled out of the window and showed me my share of knives and food. I wasn't greedy so I agree'd and we began to get a move on. After a while of thinking personal thoughts I asked him "Were are we going?" with a serious look. He turned to me and looked confused "Were ARE we going?" he asked me this time. I was just as confused as him and said "We are going were ever our feet carry us." and smiled. It was almost nightfall, and was the most beautiful sunset I've noticed in a very long time. Then he smiled back at me and in a moments notice took my hand in his by surprise.

THE END OF PART ONE