**Louise's POV**
Running; it's all I've been doing my whole life, apocalypse or no apocalypse. Running from people who hurt me; alive or dead.
FLASHBACK
Age: 15
"Please,don't do this" I begged. Once again my father had come home drunk, angry and full of hate. My begging had, as usual, had no affect on his stone cold heart. He began to remove his belt which wasn't a shock. I braced myself for his beatings but what came next shocked me. He moved slowly towards me and touched my cheek slowly with his palm. I cringed. He pushed me onto our sofa and...
This was the first time that my father touched me, and despite my daily prayers, it wasn't the last.
BACK TO CURRENT DAY
I'd always felt at home in the woods, sitting in the trees, playing in brooks and hunting. This time though, it was different. Like it was a completely alternate experience. The woods I'd once known were green, full of life and welcoming. These woods on the other hand: dark, dying and quite frankly, scary as hell. My brown hair was flying amock behind me, covered in a mixture of sweat, dirt and twigs.
Despite my attempts to outrun the dead, I could still hear their hungry snarls. In a desperate attempt to evade the stumbling corpses I veered left and my face collided with a sharp branch, smacking me to the floor.
"Shit, shit, shit" I mumbled, scrambling desperately to my feet. I reached my hand to my face only to be greeted with a warm thick liquid which I only assumed was blood. Blood had always kinda freaked me out but with my Dad's beatings I'd kinda learnt to overlook my fears.
Another growl behind me snapped me back into reality. "Shit" I mumbled again, this time slightly louder. Unknowingly I reached a creek. Helplessly I began looking around. My eyes landed on a large rotting tree and my instincts kicked in. I launched myself at the tree and began to climb.
No matter how difficult my life was at home, when I climbed trees it all just... went away.
As I reached a large sturdy branch I stopped to catch my breath and readjust my backpack. LOkking down I realised just how many walkers had been following me. Four dead corpses were snapping their decaying jaws at the tree's trunk.
I was well and truly in trouble...
