Losing & ℓσνιиg

Prolugue

Tears stream down my face as I imagined holding the corspe of my dead Aunt. The tears that fell on the floor the memories that I had, all the times I laughed, all the time I felt joy and happiness. I'm losing them, all of them. They were all fading away.

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My Aunt practically raised me, my Dad was always busy on trips due to his work in the U.S. Military.

My Dad was gone when...tragedy struck. A mysterious virus began to spread, giving you a high fever, then...death. But it didn't stop there. After you die, you come back, well, only half of you did. You were just a walking corpse that only knew one thing; to feast upon human brains.

My mother died after giving birth to me, and since my father was always gone, my aunt raised me all through my childhood.

Her and I, survived for the time being... until our house was invaded by the flesh eating cannibals.

We escaped through the window, we ran... and we ran... until we were cornered.

We had each others backs, but all was lost when a scream came to ear. She was bite... more and more came by the second.

She told me to run, to leave her, I refused to leave.

She smiled... " I love you my dear... Live on for me..." She walked into the crowd of zombies and it was over like that.

I did what she wanted I escaped, for her.

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I couldn't feel my heart beating, I had no feelings. I was sitting in the middle of an abandoned bedroom, I had my gun pressed against my forehead," What's the point of living, when there's no one to live for. "

I constantly repeated that to myself.

I was hungry, I was so tired, but to afraid to let my guard down.

Yet, life wasn't so meaningless when there's a chance... a chance that my Dad is still out there.

I've been wondering, is he still ALIVE.

...I think I'm gonna go to him...

" Yeah... " a small smirk of hope was upon my face.