Life or Death

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-Amelia's POV-

6 months. That's how long I've wondered alone among this apocalyptic wasteland. No family, no friends, and most importantly, no food. There are no scales around anymore, so I'm not quite sure, but I am guessing I've lost at least 25 pounds. The only food I ever eat is a few stale peanuts or a dried up granola bar.

A loud groan disrupted me from my self-pitying thoughts and I spun on my heel to face the direction in which the disturbingly familiar sound aspired. I absent-mindedly pulled out my weapon of choice, an old machete my father had given to me as a child, and with one quick movement, I sliced off the repulsive thing's head.

I know I seem a bit heartless right now but those things are the heartless ones. I'm not kidding, there's not a heart any of their foul-smelling bodies, or any other organs for that matter. I gritted my teeth in hatred at the second-time-corpse laying at my feet and pushed back the urge to stab it thirty-seven times in the chest. I quickly spun around and half walked, half ran away before my anger got the best of me. I kept walking on and on, away from the body, away from the very place I grew up, away from the memories that haunt me in this town.

Most importantly, I was walking about from the zombies that tore apart my family; literally.

A/N: Idk if I should continue with this.. :/ Btw this is just a teaser that's why it's so short.

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