Just a Dream

Reality

I kept walking. I cut through the neighbor's yard and went to the street behind the house. "I can survive on my own," I said to myself.

I looked for a house that didn't look like it had any walkers. One house stuck out. It was a pale blue house that had flowers growing in the front. I wondered why flowers would be growing if no one was taking care of them. It seemed like a safe house.

I went up to the front door and it was open. I slowly opened it and entered the house. It seemed pretty clean compared to other houses. I decided to check out the downstairs first, then go upstairs.

I looked around the family room. There were tons of pictures. It seemed like a family with three kids used to live here, two girls and a boy. The one girl seemed to be significantly younger than the other two, kind of like me and Judith.

The room next to it must have been the dining room. There was a dining table, but no chairs. Either someone had stolen the chairs, or they just didn't have any in the first place. Very strange.

The dining room led to the kitchen. It appeared empty. The cabinets were wide open and empty. "Damn it," I said under my breathe. I was looking through them for any bite of food when I heard footsteps from upstairs. A walker.

I slowly walked up the stairs, gun ready. All of the doors were closed. Not a good sign. I opened the first door and there was nothing in there except a bed. It must have been the parents' room.

I went to the next door and again nothing. This room was the office. I walked over to the computer and saw a sticky note. It said "Gracie's soccer from 4:30-6:30."

"Well, Gracie lived here," I said.

There were two rooms left, and I knew I would find a walker in one of them. I went for the one on the left first. Inside was the bathroom. It was brightly colored, indicating it was Gracie's bathroom. She must had been the only child still at home.

One door left. The one that could possibly cause me death. I walked up and put my hand on the knob. I slowly turned it and pushed the door open. There was no walker, but I wasn't taking any chances.

The room was bright aqua in two shades. There was a giant loft bed with a make up vanity underneath of it. A green dresser as well as a shelf full of little souvenirs from a lot of places sat to the right of the bed. This seemed like a teenage girl's room.

Just as I was about to look for any food, I heard a footstep. I grabbed my gun. Before I turned around, I heard someone yell, "You put the gun away or I'll shoot you."

I quickly put the gun into my holster and turned around. Much to my shock, I knew the who the person speaking was. She had long, somewhat curly blonde hair that was up in a ponytail. She had sparkling brown eyes and a few freckles. She wasn't dressed the same, however. She had dark blue skinny jeans with a baby blue tank top and a pink plaid shirt over it. She had dark green combat boots. The girl was pointing a gun at my head.

I asked myself if this was real. It had to have been, I had found her. I couldn't believe it was really her.

Ava.