Family Comes at the Weirdest Times

I lost count of the years I've been on my own. I think it's four or five at the most. We never knew our families, my friends are gone, all I have left is my pet dog that isn't even mine. I found it as a puppy two week after the last of my friends died off.

The irony of my friends dying off; we had made a plan for this. The five of us were to meet at Jack's house. He had weapons that were bought for the hell of it, I had bats, Rob had a chainsaw, Shaun had a box of tools and a tomahawk, and Michel had fighting experience incase we were ever in a tight jam with a gang.

Then, on a run to the market near by, we were ambushed, first it was a gang of five college students, left us bloodied as Walkers showed up. I don't know how I managed to get out, but I did. By the time I was at a safe distance, there wasn't anymore screaming from the used-to-be band of misfits. My brothers. GONE.

After a week and a half of sobbing, taking in the death of my friends; my family, I sobered up and I swore, that every Walker that comes into my path, was dead as soon as I saw it. I was a wreck, until I found Frost. My albino German Shepard.

My family is still too painful to remember. I freaking out, trying to protect who I could. And I failed.

Me? I just wander the neighborhood, looking for all the undead scum I could find with my bloodstained, albino dog.

I out grew my shirts for the most part, the only one left is a bloodstained one that Shaun gave to me when I was little. So, I just wear a tube top and black leggings that somehow managed to not fall apart on me, with the exception of a few rips. I also out grew my shoes, so I just walk around in my bare feet that I will bandage when I walk around town.

The outfit of choice right now would have made me uncomfortable if it not for the situation. It's odd, to say the least. My diamond necklace didn't match the black belt hung over one shoulder. And my fiery-red, choppy short hair mismatched my white monotone mask.

Yeah, if you haven't guessed, I used to love YouTubers. I went out as Cry the last Hallowe'en that ever happened. I swear in Swedish, I have a bear hat that I'll wear in winter, I like Ian and Anthony from Smosh, and Minx is just awesome. I was a freak about them; laughed with them, cried with them. Even if they were on the other side of the world.

If you were ten when the Zombie Apocalypse started, like me, we should hang out sometime.

I'm L. And this is my story...