[Teen and New Adult Zombie Apocalypse Romance]
"If you would've told me the last day of our peaceful existence would be a boring Tuesday in November, I would've called you an idiot."
High school senior, Casey Whitmore, is about to discover her life...
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The next few days were a little strange.
We had a couple dozen biters come onto the property one by one, and I started working on my stabbing techniques.
Thomas started teaching Suzie how to shoot. At first, my sister was scared, but when she took her first biter down, her attitude changed. Now Suzie was excited when a biter came into the yard. She wanted to be the first one to shoot at it.
We began work on some significant upgrades to the property and the trailer. We were purely focused on making our home secure.
Derek and I stayed out of each other's way for the most part. If he was inside, I would find something to keep me busy outside or vice versa. It was hard being so close to him without being able to talk to him.
For the first couple of days, my evading strategy worked, but after two days of not speaking, I felt his eyes on me. Frequently, I would catch him watching me longingly, and unlike most people, Derek refused to look away when he was caught. Remorse was written all over his face.
And of course, Andrea would notice every time.
I missed Derek, but Andrea was still a glaring monkey on his back, literally. It was apparent she had no intention of making friends with anyone. She was focused on Derek and only Derek. If I so much as looked at Derek or her, she would give me nasty looks. Honestly, whatever relationship they had seemed unhealthy, but I knew nothing when it came to victims of kidnapping.
Surprisingly, Celia was fitting in just fine. She was helping and laughing. We didn't speak much, but we were still cordial. I was just glad that Matt was smiling again. He and Celia were in full-on relationship mode, and I'd become content with seeing them so lovey-dovey. Matt was my past, and I could see how well he and Celia got along.
Over yet another cold dinner, some of us discussed building a large wooden fence to enclose our homestead. There was a chainlink fence in the backyard, but it wouldn't do the job when it came to biters.
We planned to visit the hardware store and grocery store to see what was left. Seeds and canning equipment were vital, plus I wanted to find a library. I wanted to gather books on a slew of topics since I knew very little about most everything in this new world.
Specifically, I needed to find guide books about gardening, canning, hunting, and even being a mother. Having to grow up at such a fast pace was difficult, and I was admittedly ignorant in many categories of basic human existence.
What the hell were the past twelve years in school for, anyway? What a waste.
They should've been teaching us how to make clothes or soap, or how to grow a sustainable garden, or how to build a workable cistern. Instead, my brain was filled with stupid facts that I had no use for now.
Survival was life. Why weren't we taught the simple things first? Like the basics of agriculture. Instead, I knew how to figure out hundreds of pointless Calculus equations that would never be helpful.
