You arrive at the pharmacy and slowly get out of the car sneaking your way to the drive thru window. You open it a little bit checking behind you and peeking inside before climbing in. You get over to the medication you need but then the door fly's open.
"Dammit!" You get up to stab the zombie in the head and push it out the door. One grabs you making the other fall on you and knocking you down. "Get off of me!" You struggle for your knife but you can't reach it." Shit!"
You wiggle as much as you can while holding the zombie trying to rip your face off. "Yes!" You grab your knife and stab it in the head. When you look up there's a little girl.
"Hello?" "Uh i- hi." "What's your name?" "Forah. But everyone calls me Ora." "I'm zoe." "What are those things? They keep trying to attack me." "They're called zombies." "What's that?" "They are not people. Theyre dangerous, and eat people, and are strong. You have to be careful. You're not bit or scratched are you?" "I don't think so. I don't feel anything." "How old are you?" "8. how old are you?" "18." "What are you looking for?" "A medicine called anticonvulsants." "I don't know what that is". "It's just a special kind of medicine".
You go back to looking for the medication till you find it. "yes!" You are about to go back out to the car but the girl is behind you. "Ora?" "Yeah?" "Do you...want to go with me?." "My mommy said she would come back. She went to go get some food from the other side of the store." "Do you want me to take you to her?" "Sure! I need to make sure she gets the right snacks anyway." Forah laughs and grabs your hand.
As you're walking with her, senses turned on high, you notice something on her side." "Ora?" "Zoe." "What happened?" "What? Is something wrong!?" Panic forms in her eyes. "Can I look at your side please." "Sure. Why?" You lift her shirt to where the mark is fully visible. Fear sets in on your face as you take in all the blood.
"Zoe? What's wrong?" "Did you run into anything?" You already knew the answer. "No?" "Forah. You have a scratch." "What does that mean?" You stand up. "Nothing, let's just go on." She walks ahead and you pull your gun out. "I'm sorry Forah." You whisper under your breath. "Hmm?" As she turns around your finger pulls the trigger.
Her small body falls to the ground. You sit down next to her for a minute. Then you hear shuffling and you know it's time to go. Your thoughts race, not out of fear of the dead, but out of the fear you didn't hesitate.
You go back to the house and throw the meds on the couch by Preston. "Thank y-" but before he can finish speaking, you run upstairs. Kryssie can you please watch Emma and give her the meds?" "Sure." "Thanks." Preston walks up the stairs and knocks on your door.
"Zoe? Are you okay?" "Uh yeah. I'm fine." He opens the door as you continue to look at your gun."what happened?" "I-" you felt your throat close. "Please. You can talk to me." "I- I had to k-kill a little girl. She was only 8. She was scratched. I was taking her to her mom before i noticed. I didn't... I didn't even..." The words tasted sour in your mouth. "Hestitate."
"she didn't run into anything?" "No. I asked her but I knew what it was from. I sat next to her for a minute. I was gonna bring her back so Emma could have somebody to play with but then I had to kill her. I heard shuffling and I thought it was her mom, but most likely a zombie so I left cus I didn't want to take the chance."
"I'm sorry you had to do that. Especially to a child. But it's better than her turning and having to get killed by someone else, if at all." "Yeah." "Thank you. For getting the medications and trying to get Emma a friend. You didn't have to." "But I wanted to. I wasn't gonna let her die. I couldnt." "I'm sure she will be happy too when she wakes up."
Preston grabs your hand and you sit there for a minute. "Should we go check on Emma?" Preston smiles at you. "Yeah. She's gonna be fine. I can tell she's a fighter." "Oh she is, your mom is probably dealing with a lot of sass right about now." You both laugh and head downstairs.
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zombie apocalypse | the fallen (book One) [REWRITING]
HorrorFirstly, A trigger warning for mental health/ self inflicted wounds when reading. you're only 18 years old. your name is zoe. you always had a love for the apocalypse but didn't think it would truly happen. and you slowly learn that nobody is who t...