Lost

Lost (chapter1)

(Jordan's POV)

The air was crisp. My nose was numb

and my cheeks were bright red from the chilly October air. The streets of this town are so quiet now. Every step I took with my brown combats made an echoing sound. I haven't seen another living human besides my sister for months. The town was dead. Everything, and everyone was dead.

It's been almost a year since this

happened to the human race. No one was expecting it. It just happened. I can't sleep at night without my knife by my side. I laughed darkly at the thought, that almost a year ago my biggest problem was passing a Math test and wondering if my crush liked me back. Not anymore. I have to worry about finding food for my sister and I. Make sure we have a safe place to sleep at night. Make sure we don't get sick. Make sure "they" don't eat our brains out of our skulls. It's a lot for a 16 year old city girl who was absolutely in love with Justin Bieber almost a year ago to handle. Thank God my father used to live in the woods. He taught me everything I know about shooting my bow and gun...now he is probably dead along with the rest of my family.

I walked through the small town of New Foundland, Pennsylvania. I was going on my usual once a week route to the run down grocery store to get canned foods and water. I saw none of the "dead", but just in case I held my bow close. If I had to kill, I would have to make it quiet. Noise attracts them.

I walked quickly through the broken blood stained glass window of the store. That's when I heard a bunch of things in the back of the store fall and a faint low voice cuss, "shit". I froze.