Until the End of Time...

Quinn

I could see it now.
My grave would've read; 'Here lies 22 year old Quinn Jones, getting her ass whooped by Corpses.'
If we even still had graves...

I was walking on my own through the woods, trying to figure out my next moves.
Two days beforehand, I had lost my 14 year old brother Michael. He had been bitten by a Corpse and shot himself in the head.
Now, I was wondering alone, trying to find some sort of safe haven to stay for a while - perhaps even permanently.

I saw two Corpses up ahead on my path and so immediately hid behind the nearest tree so I could sneak up on them with my Bowie Knife.
As they came closer, their haunting vocals ran through my body, sending a shiver down my spine. The first one came along and I plunged my knife into it's head, thus grabbing the attention of the second one.
I did just the same and continued on my way, wiping my knife with some leaves before sliding it back into it's sheath.

I continued on my way for a few hours; bumping into on a few more Corpses in my path.
It seemed all too quiet without Michael. He would always keep a smile on my face and never let it falter.
He was my best friend and I couldn't protect him enough.

As more time passed, it began to get dark, so I decided to set up camp.
I lit a fire and then made long spikes out of branches and stuck them into the ground for protection from the dead.
I put up my small tent and laid down, making sure my head was hanging out of the door way.
I ate what little food I had left and then attempted to drift off to sleep - my knife in hand.