Beacon

9

    Days have passed, but they drag from the weight of guilt. How could I have let him slip through my fingers. My food supply is dwindling despite my loss in appetite, and the candles I've been using are almost completely burned up. Not to mention I left my only clothes out by the beach after Oliver was taken, so I'm stuck in a bra and underwear. I'll have to go on a supply run soon.

    I look out the window and my stomach churns from what I see, the lighthouse is completely surrounded by zombies. No supply run for me anytime soon.

    The day passed slowly, I spent most of it pacing on my weak legs and staring out the window. I couldn't cry anymore, about Oliver, about Kathy, about Father, about anything.

    The whole day was grey and noiseless, it was like a damp sheet had been thrown over me.

    I fell asleep eventually, or maybe the room just got dark.

~
    I woke to the unmistakable sound of gunshots. I flew out of my bed, that means there's someone here. That means Father could be here. He could be alive.

    I looked down from the window and barely believed what I saw. There was a woman in the middle of the swarm of zombies, her mouth was open she seemed to be screaming. I opened up the window to get a better look. She isn't screaming, she's laughing.

    Her long black hair was swinging with her as she fought off the zombies. She kicked and elbowed them like it was nothing and she didn't seem to get tired. It was hard to tell from so far up but it looks like a smile never left her face. My whole head was out the window now, engrossed by the action.

"Hey Rapunzel let down your hair why dontcha?"

    Was she talking to me? I pointed at myself and looked down at her my mouth slack.

"Are there any other damsels in distress around here I'd be yelling at? Just get out the way!"

    I stepped back from the window, why did I need to step back. Then a large metal hook flew into the room, missing me by just inches. I stumbled back in shock and fell onto the bed. I looked out the window my heart racing. Is she trying to kill me why would she throw that in here, how did she even throw something that far?

    Suddenly a head popped up in the window frame. Her smile was wide and apparently never left her face. She had brown skin and her eyes were almond shaped and heavily lidded. She looked maybe Asian, but I've only seen non white people on TV, I've never left my small town.

"A little help eh?"

I snapped out of my trance and grabbed her by her armpits and started pulling her through the window. She smelled like salt, sweat, and danger. Once she was through she grabbed the strange metal hook and attached it to her waist. She wore black pants and a black tank top, stained to all hell. Her shoes were worn leather boots, and she had a gun holster and a bunch of other things around something that looked like a homemade utility belt. I can definitely say I've never seen anything like her, even on TV.

"Wow, you're sure giving me a warm welcome."

    She looked at me with hunger in her eyes. I looked back at her confused until I realized I'm only wearing my undergarments. Quickly I jumped into the bed and covered myself.

"I lost my clothes, I didn't plan any kind of welcome, you forced your way in actually."

    Her smile widened.

"You pulled me in actually. And here take this"

She pulled off her own tank top and threw it to me and I quickly put it on while averting my eyes to her now exposed chest. I guess they don't wear bras wherever she's from. The top fit me like a dress, I didn't notice how much taller than me she is.

She started rummaging through my supplies, throwing some around and inspecting others.

"Hey! Those are my things, what are you even doing here?"

"Princess, did you really think I'm here to save you? How sweet. I'm here to take your supplies."

She grabbed her gun from it's holster and held it up, level to my forehead.

"And you're not gonna try and stop me."