The END

They always said that you never appreciate something until it's gone. Well, it's 100% true.

Everything that I have ever thought was normal and safe is gone.

My old life... Gone

My family......Gone

My friends...Gone

The world.........Gone

The infection spread like a roaring tital wave throughout the world

Zombies swarmed the cities- the towns- the streets- the schools

It chewed my normal and safe life to shreds. Everything, as ragged and bloody pieces- along with world.

Because this is the END

or is it the beginning?

CH. 1 The Beginning

My ears burned at the sound of a blood curling scream that pierced the air. I whipped my head in the direction it was coming from. My breath caught in my throat as I realized that it was in the direction of my little sister, Jessa.

 "Please God, No. Please let her be safe." I whispered to myself. 

My heart thundered in my chest and sent lightning bolts of energy into my veins. I left her in the tallest tree I could find and went hunting. Stupid, but I won't ever make that mistake again.

It made me feel almost sick, my stomach churning, my instincts telling me to turn and run both forwards and away when I know something bad is going to happen. Like prey dashing away from a careful predator, I quickly jumped off of the small makeshift deer- stand and into the gray world that sent down a sprinkling of rain upon me. The rain splashed on my face as the bitter cold rushed to me, and covered me like a blanket. I always felt that feeling of being watched, and as I ran into the forest, I wished the branches would conceal me from what was coming. Those evil and blood soaked creatures that lurked in the dark corners of everywhere, including my nightmares. I still couldn't shake the feeling off and I kept running. Something bad is about to go down. The feeling was like the rain always coming...not slowing down or speeding up...always there.

I made it to the site of where the tree is and looked at my surroundings. There were six zombies clawing at the base of the tree. Jessa was near the top but was shaking like a leaf. The branch that she was sitting on, I could tell from where I was, was breaking. The branch was leaning at a dangerous slope. Jessa, who is 9 years old, clung to the branch with all her might. 

Zombies can't climb. I thought to myself. That's good to know. I aimed my crossbow and leveled it at on of the ugliest ones. Its face was the most deteriorated and its jaw was only hanging on by a few strings of muscle. I had its head in the cross hares and pulled the trigger. The arrow seemed to go in slow motion and the familiar rush of satisfaction flashed in my mind as the arrow pierced its' head and sent blood splattering the ground and the zombie on top of it. I reloaded it and shot at another one. I slung it the bow over my shoulder. The other zombies turned their heads to me and began to stumble their way over to me.Their animal like growls filled the air. The curly brown hair, stoop up on the back of my neck. Those are some sick Zombies. I smiled and pulled my ax out. 

"Its playtime!" I called out to them in a playful but deadly tone.

 The rain continued to mist, making the zombies go into frenzy. Something about the rain, always stirred up these demonic creatures. I ran at the used to be man zombie. His shirt was a faded red with the word Corona plastered all over it. I swung my ax hard at the its neck and felt the resistance give way with the crack of its neck.

I used the momentum of my swing to bring it into a head on the other side of my body to kill the limping she- zed on my right. Three down, two to go. I ran forward with my ax, low to the ground and brought it up between the legs and all the way up its body. Dark blood splattered on my clothes and I internally gagged.

Jessa screamed again and I heard the cracking of the branch. 

"Jessa!" I yelled. "Hold on!!!!!" 

I could her begging me to save her. My heart reached out to her, but I had to take care of these Zombies first.

The last zombie looked like a little boy, but with the soulless eyes and rotting flesh, I knew that he wasn't a human anymore. My heart cracked, on a normal day he might have been playing with toy Tonka trucks in the sand with his friends or get scolded by his mother for being all sandy. But now he was just a shell of a human, a cute, playful boy reduced to animal instincts driven by hunger. Later on, I would morn for him, for my old life, but now wasn't the time. He growled and drooled on his use to be white tank top. I ran at him and let out my battle cry. I lifted my bloodied ax high and brought it down savagely into the skull of the zombie. Its skull cracked in half and sprayed the dark blood and brains all over. All the Zombies were dead, but soon more would show up. The scent of zombie blood was enough to make any person who wasn't used to it, to become sick and throw up. I was lucky that I didn't suffer that much the first time I smelled it.

I put the ax back in its holder and scurried up the tree. The branch finally snapped and Jessa fell. She screamed and I reached out. 

"NOOOOOO" I screamed. 

She was at least 30 feet up and falling. Jessa fell and I grabbed her wrist. She swung hard into the tree and the big branch that she was on fell right where she was just at.

My stupid-ness nearly killed my little sister. The only family I had left.

I lowered her on the ground and I looked into her eyes. We didn't speak- we had gone through too much to talk like we used to in our previous lives. I gave her the look to run and run we did.

This is the world that we live in- the zombie filled death zone- The End of our lives but somehow the beginning.