No Way Out (Fifth Harmony/You)

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In this world full of surprises you'll never know what's going to happen next. One day, you wake up to the sun shining, sneaking through the curtains covering your window. Then, just when you're going home, you noticed that something was wrong and before you knew it everything is gone. You're family, you're friends, everything; in just a blink of an eye.

Y/N can't remember the last time she smiled; she can't remember the times when she ever felt happiness coursing through her veins. Ever since what happened to the world she once knew and loved, she forgot what emotion is. She started to forget. Started to feel nothing as each day passed by.

Killing people, no, killing the undead, is Y/N's new hobby now. That's the only thing entertaining nowadays, especially when there's nothing left in the world you live in. Except the undead and possibly a thirty percent chance of running into survivors.

Maintaining a straight face has been Y/N's skill throughout the apocalypse. Y/N feels that there was nothing left to get emotional over. Well, except when slashing/bashing/destroying heads or bodies, whatever Y/N just feels really. Y/N feels a little joy when she gets a nice kill in, she can always feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins every time she encounters a walker. She feels ecstatic when she encounters a lot of them. When people thought it's wrong to go up against a bunch of walkers because they might get surrounded, they cower in fear but, that's not the case for Y/N. For her, it's like, the more the merrier. You might think she's crazy. She is but, this is the new "normal" now. 

Living and surviving in this world alone for many years has taught Y/N many things such as the ones listed below which on the first page of Y/N's notebook:

- Don't trust anyone.

- Don't be afraid to kill.

- Always go for the head.

- Never waste a bullet.

- Use your instincts.

- Always be on alert.

- Get some rest every now and then. Energy is essential.

- Do whatever it takes to keep on surviving.

The second bullet, Y/N has actually done. At the age of seventeen, she experienced some fucked up shit that had engraved in her mind and she will remember it in every step she takes toward surviving and will affect her actions. She's twenty-one now. She doesn't know what lies ahead of her very, very, long journey.

At such a young age, just after losing everything she has known to exist, Y/N was exposed to bad things and has encountered bad people and has been forced to the things that she can't imagine doing in her lifetime. Like killing people and making choices that are worth the life of a human being and it scarred her for life. That's why she is what she is now.

She vividly remembers the time when she was forced to hold a gun and make a choice between who's going to be left alive. As she looked between the only two people she trusts after being captured in this tiny town that was lead by countless of people. Y/N was sure she was safe when she finally found a place to sleep and got the food and water that she was having a hard time finding by herself.

"Are you really serious about this? I can't just kill one of them!" Y/N exclaimed looking at one of the leaders. He said that the people in front of Y/N, has done some things that was going beyond their rules in the vicinity and that they should be punished for what they have done. Y/N doesn't even know that why, out of all people, it had to be her to pull the trigger. She was just a kid.

"Hurry the fuck up and choose, Y/N! I haven't got all day." He said with that annoying southern accent of his. Y/N shakily aimed the gun between the man and the woman. They were a couple and they treated Y/N as if they were their own child. She looked at the both of them and started to cry.