I hear the moaning, and the drags of their decayed limbs. I came up with the theory to be unrecognized, Kill one, cover my face and skin with their blood, and walk like them. It is a success. I walk through their decaying skin, meat, and knowledge with no trouble. The smell should've bothered me, But I have been in these situations' since my parents died. I look behind me and notice that they're no longer beside me. They are unable to run so I spring my feet fast and I easily pass the bodies.
I soon arrive at the home of a unknown person, the new safe house I found two days ago. I dunk under the barbwire I have sent up in many different heights. I enter my new home and set my backpack on the table, supplying the shelves. I now have food, running water, working electricity, and a roof over my head. I smile at this, I've been on the run for a year. I have not seen my full reflection since. I lock every opening in the home and simply make my way upstairs to the bathroom, I turn the water and light on, I'm only 17. But now it doesn't really matter. I slip in the running water, Washing the infected blood from my skin. I take in the basic warmth of the water.
Not long after I enter the water, I step out. I find long piece of cloth in the cabinet, the house was left like new. I grew up in this world, I was only five when it happened. I look in the mirror at a woman, Not a girl. A girl couldn't survive, not like me. I have survived for twelve years. I see my plain, grey eyes, they are huge. My lips just the same. My hair is a brown/blonde color that fades into blonde because of the sun and the seasons, It ends just as my ribcage does.
I am a simple girl. I value everything I have because now everyone is fortunate to be alive. I leave the bathroom and into the kitchen. I prepare myself some pasta. It's easy to survive alone. I drag myself to the window after preparing my meal. I finish it and as soon as I do. The Infected are slowly carrying their selves here. I quickly grab cans and bottles of water, and leave. I rush myself along to find shelter tonight.
I travel millions of miles before finding a place to stop. I get out and cover the car with sheets to hide it. Hoping to camouflage myself. I think to myself about others. Are there more people in this world or is it just me? I shift my body into a flattering position to delicately fall asleep, not falling asleep quickly. But Thinking with my eyes shut, My images shuffle around in my head. I don't feel safe inside the car. But its safer than out there. I prefer it, I still have gas. A way to run it too many started to surround me. I have killed many of them. I am fast, Not strong but I am fast. I also have a better instinct to get away and survive. I am simple. Having no one to leave behind. I am alone, and It is better that way. I have no one to count on or anyone to lose.
I quickly surround my head with thoughts to survive tomorrow. I do not expect to fall asleep quickly, Lightly singing a soft melody my mother taught me, seven years ago. My eyes are heavier. My singing turns into hums, and my thoughts are disappearing. I quickly find myself lethargic.
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Survive
RomanceShe has been alone since she was ten. The world is demolished, overran by infected, decaying, walking corpse. He see's her, But after surviving that long, can she trust him to rely on? Only one way to know.