Just pull the trigger... (a Glenn Rhee fanfic)

In The Begining

Maddison's POV
I just woke up in my room. I look down and there's a bandage wrapped around my torso for who in the hell knows what reason. It seems very quiet which is weird... My family are usually a whole bunch of loud assholes...

I go down stairs and tears instantly start brimming my eyes. My family. They are all dead with bullet holes in every one of their heads. My dads intestines are hanging out of his stomach and my mom has a.... A bite taken out of her neck? I examine my brother and sister to see my brother, Tyler, had a bite on his arm and shoulder and my sister, Breanna, got bit on the leg.

I'm so confused on whats going on my mind can't comprehend it. I'm sitting there on the ground with my knees up to my chest screaming and crying. How could this happen? How could someone be so cruel to murder my family like this? But..... But how come they didn't get me? I was just upstairs in my unlocked bedroom.. someone could have easily gotten me too

(two hours later)

Walking into the kitchen, I found a note on the counter. My moms handwriting. It read

"Dear sugarbear, 8/10/16
There was a very bad virus breakout and it was causing people to eat each other... Me, your dad, Tyler, and Breanna got bit and we couldn't bare to turn into one of those... Things. We knew you would be safe. You were always the one shooting guns and playing with knifes. You know everything there is to know to survive. We love you with all our hearts and we will see you again someday... I promise.
Love, Mom, Dad, Tyler, and Breanna ❤"

It feels as if my heart just split into two. I feel like I'm missing a big part of me and I wont get it back. I placed my hand over my mouth trying to control my sobs to not get any unwanted attention from those "things" outside.

Guess its just gonna be me, myself, and I in this fucked up world alone.
I looked back at the note and read the date. That was almost 12 days ago...

I looked down at the bandage around my stomach and took it off to reveal what looks like a stab wound.. Someone must have stabbed me in my sleep and I went into a coma kind of state from blood loss... I need to find something to clean this up with.

I run to the medicine cabinet to find some anti-biotics and alcohol to clean it up... But I open the cabinet to see absolutely nothing... "Shit" I mutter to myself. I look down into the sink below the cabinet. I then look up into the mirror to see bags under my eyes and my hair in a rats nest. I grab my hair brush and brush through my hair and put it up in a messy bun.

(5 hours later)

I look in the refrigerator to see almost nothing. All I have is a half carton of milk, some orange juice, a half box of pizza and some bread. I'm gonna have to go on a run tomorrow, I think to myself.

I go and sit on the couch already made sure to lock the doors and windows. I slowly feel my eyelids getting droopy and I slowly fade off into a dreamless sleep.... Tomorrows in for a hell of a ride.