My Side of the Story

Amnesia

I limped across the street in silence, no one there to see what happened. I was in the middle of the street when I felt a car slam into my body. "How?" I thought. "It's the zombies apocalypse. The only way someone could be driving a car is by hot wiring it. I'm not that surprised that someone did though."
The pain was nothing at first, my body just felt numb. When I smashed into the road that's when it hit me, all in one go. I might of screamed, I hit my head so hard I wasn't seeing straight.
I saw a blurred figure above me. It had the figure of a human but with wings. "Do you want a second chance?" It asked.
"Yes." I said, it felt like the most definitive answer I had in years.
"You won't remember your friends and family and they won't remember you. Are you sure?" The figure said.
"Yes." I said.
"Your life will never be the same," it replied.
"Ok," I said.
"You will have a debt, a debt that needs to be repaid." It said. "Your life is being saved so others with need to be sacrificed. If this debt is not repaid by your next death then you will be forced into an eternity in the Underworld."
"I understand." I responded.
"Do you accept these terms?" The figure asked.
"Yes." I said.

The Next Day

I woke up in my bed feeling really sore. "What did I do yesterday?" I muttered to myself. Then I remembered, I had to kill what seemed like a hundred zombies on my way to pick up more supplies.
I walked downstairs to get some breakfast. I pulled a granola bar out of my bag. I walked around the house with my knife as I ate it to do a daily check for zombies or other people. Everything was clear. I threw the granola bar wrapper in the trash can and I sat down on the couch in the living room. I pulled out my journal and started to write in it.

Journal Entry:

Everything is still safe in the house. I'm pretty sore after the scavenging yesterday. My Amnesia is getting pretty bad. I don't remember ever going out scavenging but I must of seeing as I think there is more food here then there was yesterday morning. I keep feeling like I'm forgetting something, something important. I can't think of what, I better let it go before I start forgetting the daily things I need to do. I'll write more if anything else happens.

I set the journal down on the end table with nothing else to write. I walked over to the bookshelf in the living room and pulled Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J.K. Rowling of it. "At least the family who had lived here before had good taste in books," I said to myself. I had been reading the Harry Potter books as a source of entertainment since I had nothing else to do. I sat back down on the couch and read for a long time.

Angel's POV

"Guys! Kristen hasn't caught up to us! Do you think she's ok?" I said.
"Oh no," Shane said. "There's no point in going back. We could just end up getting someone else killed."
"Where is the next nearest hospital, Angel?" Madelyn asked me.
I pulled out the map and took a look at it. "It looks like there's one about, oh good! Only three miles from here!" I responded.
"I hope this one isn't overrun," Shane said. "I don't know if the coma Will is in can turn to anything worse."
"Then we better hurry," I said.
     We walked the three miles, having to stop occasionally to kill zombies blocking our path.
"Here it is," I said, looking up at the hospital.
     "Let's go," Shane said. He walked toward the doors, which were, to no surprise, locked. Madelyn smashed the glass with her bat and the three of us walked through the door.
This time around we had to bust through more doors to get to the restricted section of the hospital. Eventually though, we did get to where we needed to be.
The door that Shane stopped at this time had a keypad with numbers on it. Madelyn did what she must of last time because the lock on the door clicked after her doing something with the wires for a minute or so.
We opened the door cautiously, thankfully we were zombies free. Shane walked over to one of the shelves with syringes in varying sizes and colored fluids inside. He picked up a fairly big one with a bluish-green liquid inside. "This should be it," Shane said. "We should probably pick up some medical supplies, including morphine, to take back with us." Madelyn and I agreed to this.
We walked through the hospital for a while, picking up supplies we found. Most of the things we got came from old, empty patients rooms. After about twenty minutes we decided we had grabbed enough and started to head for the door.
The three of us got outside and started our travel back to the house, with hopes of saving Will high.

(A/N) Hey guys! I just wanted to wish you all a very Happy Holidays! Thank you all so much for reading my story and have a great day!