The Newborn Apocalypse

Ice Cold Memories

Chapter Four 

Ice Cold Memories

As I kneeled there on the floor, sobbing, part of the memory flashed through my mind. The part before I blacked out, that is...

'My father... He just killed my mother... It's slowly sinking in, I've got a lump in my throat.

He killed your mother, Samantha!

I watched silently from my hiding spot in the closet, hardly breathing. I stared down at her limp body on the other side of the room. My father, he's standing over her body with a knife, rage still clear in his eyes.

He doesn't know I'm there, but he's going to start searching for me soon. I have a decision to make. Run, or hide where he might eventually find me.

Stop being an idiot, Samantha. If you run, he'll catch you. Just like he did, your mother.

Ignoring my common sense, I broke from the safety of the closet and ran for the door. Right as I've grabbed the handle, I felt his left arm snake around my waist and the knife on my neck. My blood turned ice, and I was frozen with wide eyes.

What do I do?

There's nothing you can do. Just stay completely still...

I suddenly heard his petrifying voice whisper in my ear. "Well what do we have here...?" I felt the knife press harder against my throat, and couldn't help but whimper. I started having an inward battle with my common sense.

What the fuck happened to him?

That's not your father, Samantha, remember?

Oh I remember... I remember a lot of things... But how did this happen...? We were all supposed to stick together. Stay safely away from the insanity that surrounded us. How could this have happened to him?

Tears started stinging my eyes, a threat of them on the verge of falling.

Stay focused, Samantha. You can't let it see you cry. It's a sign of weakness.

The thing is, I am weak....'

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I finally snapped out of it. My hair was a matted mess as I had, without realizing it, been clutching my hair while screaming. I was now in a fetal position, fingers entangled in my hair with a sore, dry throat and a soaking wet, sticky, tearstained face.

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I'm still not even sure if I blacked out right then in the memory, or I've just put up a barrier from it. All I know is, after that, I found myself jolted into life again by a group of survivors who found me. I ran with them until I was drug down into this seemingly never ending loop of dreams. I've been surrounded by insanity ever since.

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I finally somehow got the courage to look up again. The man, my father, that 'thing' was gone. I was no longer in that cabin. I was back in the woods. This is where I had been running before the insanity engulfed me into their sick dreams. This is where they lulled my thoughts to them. This is where I came so close to losing my own sanity. This is where I lost my other survivors.

I am, in a way, frozen from shock. I'm lost, on the verge of insanity and don't know what to do. I've lost the group who led me this far, I have no one to lead me. I don't know whether to continue in the direction we were going before I lost them, or to start searching for more survivors in a new direction.

All I know is, I have to run. I have to get as far away from this place as I can before I'm found again. I have to leave all familiar surroundings and never come back or catch sight of them again. I get up and I run. I run far from everything I've ever known. I run far, and I run fast. I don't stop until I catch sight of signs of civilization. I want to find a new direction to run, to hide from everything and everyone. But I know I have to find more survivors.

I peek out from behind a tree to see a campsite, but I see no campers. The only thing leading me to believe there is actually anyone there is the fact that there is still a small fire going. It's  dark out, making it hard to see anything other than the dimly lit sides of small camper tents.

I can see slight shadows within them, but it may just be camp gear making me a little paranoid. I slowly creep over to see if there's actually any survivors inside. In one of the tents, I see someone all too familiar staring back at me. It's my best friend, Charlotte.

Authors note: Sorry, once again, a short chapter and odd cliffhanger. In case you're wondering, yes, when she finds herself in the woods, she has woken up. I would have updated sooner but it took two hours worth of crappy, slow laptop and memory loss problems just to come up with this. Let me know what you think; good or bad.