Alone and Scared

Chapter 1 - I Won't Give Up

Edited 12.26.14

omg I'm so sorry if this is bad..

Chloe's POV

I was walking in the forest just looking for any source of food. My guitar was strapped around my shoulder and hitting my back as I walked, but I didn't care. It was the only thing that I had left. My family all pitched in and bought the guitar together and signed it. It was my birthday present. My thirteenth. Now I'm fifteen. The last birthday I actually celebrated with the people I love.

I checked my snares. I got a few white rabbit but there was no way I could make a fire in this weather. Only if I could find an abandoned house somewhere...

As I walked the woods I heard moans. Not from one walker, from hundreds. I looked all around me, but I couldn't see anything. I walked a few steps forward and saw a herd. They haven't seen me yet. they were walking towards my left.

Without hesitation I turned around and quietly fast walked away. The snow was crunching softly as I walked. There was about 1 foot of snow. As if on que, it started snowing. Great.

Once I was out of earshot, I ran. My guitar thumping hard on my back. It hurt, might cause small bruises. But I kept running. In the opposite direction. Of course, there was a tree root underneath the snow so I tripped and fell. Shit.

I got up and turned the guitar so that it was facing forward. I wiped the snow away and put it back to where it was before. As I looked up I saw two biters coming at me. I admit I was as weak as a noodle when I was at my old group, but I've gotten stronger since then. I fought and killed for protection.

I took my knife out it's sheath and stabbed the first walker in the head. I tried pulling it back out, but it was stuck. I got my machete from my backpack and swung it downwards on the other's head. Luckily the blood didn't splatter all over the white jacket I just found at a store.

I wiped the machete off in the snow and tried pulling the pocket knife out of the other's skull. After many tries, I finally got it out. I have some weapons but not a bunch. I have a pistol that I BARELY use with 5 rounds left. I made my bow and arrow over winter for long distance. I remember learning how by survival TV shows. I got a machete and another gun with no ammo from the man I killed. I didn't want to but I had to.

I remember that day. I was on a supply run and this stranger came in and told me to give him all my belongings. I didn't want to be without anything, so I shot him with a pistol. That's why I have a round missing from my gun.

That was the first time I killed a person, that wasn't bit.

I ran until I reached a road. Hmm... I checked my watch and it was 4:00 pm. I should set camp up in a tree near here and travel the road tomorrow.

I walked back into the forest, and looked for a sturdy tree. Once I found one I climbed it and hung my guitar on a sturdy branch while I climbed on a larger branch below it.

I put my backpack in front of me while I wrapped my legs around the bottom of the branch. I sat against the trunk. I took a few deep breaths of the cold air. Winter just begun and I want it over.

After I relaxed, I decided to unpack. I picked my backpack up again and pulled out a sleeping bag and some hiking rope. I carefully set the sleeping bag down on the branch and I tied myself to the trunk of the tree, just incase the branch falls overnight while I'm sleeping.

I munched on some dried up rabbit that I've had for a while now. Still good, so why not? I checked my watch and it was 5:30 pm. Since the sun was still out, I decided to read. I was reading the Maze Runner. I read till dark, then decided to sleep. I snapped the backpack around branch and pulled the sleepover as close to me as possible.

I soon fell asleep in the freezing cold winter air, thinking about the road, and the world.

I am going to fight this, I'm going to survive.

I won't give up.

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