Zombie Apocalypse

It's been 90 days. 90 days since the zombie apocalypse started and somehow I'm still alive. Who would've thought that an unexceptional 15 year old girl would be the last one standing.

I did have a group at first. My mom, dad, brother, and the old couple that had lived next door to us. We all went to a safe zone and it got overrun by a herd. Everyone died except for my brother and me. And then a couple of days later my brother died too. He was bitten, I put him out of his misery.

That was 60 days ago. I've been alone for 60 days.

I don't usually think about them anymore, I don't usually think about anything anymore, just surviving. I travel from place to place, settling down is pointless and dangerous. Right now I was in a motel room. It wasn't too wrecked when I found it, no blood stains so that was a plus. I cleared the two rooms around it, just cause I didn't want to hear any banging in the middle of the night.

I laced up my boots and slipped on the black jacket that I had found in the last house I stayed in. It was way to big for me but too comfy to part with. I sauntered over to the bathroom mirror and crinkled my face up at my reflection. My hair looked godawful, it hung to the middle of my back in a knotty mess and looked more brown than it's natural blonde.

I grabbed my backpack and slung it on my back, my gun laid on the vanity and I picked that up too. I could only see one zombie shuffling around outside, only a yard away from my motorcycle. Flinging open the door I jogged over to my bike, quickly lifting my gun and shooting the zombie in the forehead. He fell like a sack of potatoes and didn't get back up.

My motorcycle started with a growl and I steered out of the motel parking lot. The highway that the motel was located off of was empty which was perfect cause I didn't want to have to spend time going around the cars which was how it was a lot of the times.

After a while I took an exit off the highway, I was hungry and didn't have any food in my bag. I arrived in a small town. This town looked like hell, with dead bodies rotting on the sidewalk and cars strewn in the middle of the road. I got off my bike and wheeled it beside me, there was no way I was going to get through all these cars.

With all this carnage there should have been a lot of zombies but weirdly I hadn't seen one since entering. Something felt off as I entered a little grocery store that sat on a corner of two roads. I held my gun high and whistled, trying to attract to few zombies that were probably hiding out in here in order to clear this store and start looking. None came out though. If there was anything they would've been here by now.

I sighed and tucked my gun into the waistband of my jeans. This store looked close to empty. I did happen to find a smushed box of cereal and a can of beans but everything else had been looted long ago.

I sat on a crate in the back of the store and grabbed a bottle of water from my bag. It was half full and the last one I had. I took a big gulp of it, downing the rest of the water and threw my trash away from me. One good thing about the zombie apocalypse was no cleaning up, there was no one to yell if you didn't pick up after yourself.

I picked through the cereal for a while, frosted flakes, but it didn't look very appetizing to me. What I was really craving was a burger but I shook the thoughts of the delicious food out of my head, no use thinking of it.

I grabbed my backpack and slung it on my back. Walking out of the grocery store. I made sure to look for any food again, just in case, but I didn't find anything.

I was going to have to find a neighborhood and scavenge in the houses. When everything went down, people stocked up at their houses, that's why most of the grocery stores were empty of anything useful, but some of the houses were like gold. Just the other day I had found mounds of cans in someone's basement. Those had went fast, I couldn't help myself. I was a fat girl before the apocalypse and even though I had slimmed down, there was still a little bit of that girl inside me.

A few streets down I found a huge neighborhood, the houses were gigantic, bigger than anything I had grown up in. I smiled at myself, today was going to be a good day.

I knocked on the first door, if anything was in there they would come at the knock, but there was nothing. I opened the door, it came open easily, and walked in. Everything looked nice in this house, I went straight to the kitchen and opened the fridge. There was a half drank water bottle in here, I wasn't worried about germs so I took it. The pantry was completely bare.

I did a walk throught of the bottom floor and didn't find anything. The top floor had 3 bedrooms on it. The first belonged to a little girl, I shut that door with a frown. The second was the master bedroom. I went into the bathroom and grabbed some shampoo, hopefully I would run across a lake soon and be able to wash up.

The last room was obviously a teenagers room. It had posters hanging on the wall of famous rock bands, this girls music taste was awesome, and clothes strewn on the floor. I slipped out of all my clothes and slipped on a tshirt that hung on the closet, it was plain black and hung on my body.

I slipped on a pair of skinny jeans and put my boots and comfy jacket back on. This jacket wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. I walked back onto the ground floor and found the basement.

Jackpot. A shelf of food and water sat down there, just waiting for me to dig in. I definitely didn't want to stay here because I had learned before that staying in one place was not a good idea, somehow, someway, something would come and ruin it, usually a herd. But I needed this food.

My motorcycle was my baby. But I needed something bigger. I ran upstairs and outside and found a red truck, this would work nicely. It looked in good shape and it still had half a tank of gas. The keys were on the floorboard, probably dropped there in a rush. I turned it on and smiled at the purr of the engine.

I steered it to the front of the house and parked. Running in and grabbing armfuls after armfuls of MRE's, cans, water bottles and boxes. My stomach growled.

After I finished loading I grabbed a can of corn and sat in the drivers seat enjoying my meal. The corn was way better than stale cereal and it just happened to be one of my favorite foods. As I ate I thought about how weird it was that I still hadn't seen a single zombie. There was plenty of dead bodies.

I finished my delicious for a zombie apocalypse meal and started the engine, saying a farewell to my motorcycle before going.

I didn't drive any specific way, there was no where to go. I had taught myself how to drive when I was first on my own, it wasn't to hard, the traffic was always pretty good.

I was still in town when I say it. It was pretty big for a church but that's not what interested me. What interested me was the light on inside. Electricity didn't work?

I parked as far back as I could and shut off the engine. I was definitely panicking, seeing your first person in two months when you thought you were the last person on earth could do that to a person. I grabbed my gun just in case and stalked quietly to the back of the building I was parked in front of. The church was only about 5 buildings down and I was over there in less than 5 minutes.

There was a back door and for a minute I contemplated barging in and knocking. Trying to be civil I decided to knock.

For a minute the sound inside stopped and then big booming laughter came through the door. I could already tell this was a bad idea. I turned and ran but a second later a man was already flying through the door.

I got in the alley of the next building before he tackled me. My leg went under my body in a twisted way and pain shot through my calf. My cheek scraped across the pavement and I felt blood trickling down my face. I struggled, I even got a punch in but it only slowed him down for a second and he was grabbing me again. He hauled me up and put me on his back and walked me over to the church.

Six other guys stood in the church anticipating my arrival. They laughed and hooted as they set me down in a tent in the corner and tied my legs and hands together. My leg ached and my face hurt and I was seeing black. I had just walked into hell.