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- Memories -

Tatiana Lopez

The Lost of Loki... Having a close to death experience... I didn't know how to feel about it. I was just... Angry. Angry that I couldn't protect them. I couldn't protect anyone. We've been with each other for a month and a week and crazy shit has been happening. I've been so busy that I still haven't decided on how I felt towards the four men. I mean... Are we friends? Or are we just grouping up because we want to survive?

We were currently walking around a dark Walmart, looking for items or any food we needed. I found some canned food, so I set them all in a cart. It's been a long time since I actually went shopping. Memories of me going shopping with my brother washed over me. Standing there for a bit as I leaned over the handle of the cart, I closed my eyes and let the memories hit me.

As I opened my eyes, I saw everything... Normal. People walked around looking for food, some kids ran around, and workers worked. I stood up straight, shocked to see everything had returned to how it was supposed to be. Was this whole Apocalypse thing just a nightmare? Or am I dreaming this right now? “José?” I called out. “Whaaaaaat?” My brother groaned. I turned around to see his dark black hair over his left eye as he frowned. I stared at him in shock with mouth open slightly. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him closely. “Ew, what are you doing?? HELP! RAPE!” José yelled. But I didn't care. I was happy to see my little brother again.

That all ended when I heard screaming. “Oh no.” I turned around to see someone being attatched by a worker. What used to be a worker. “Run José! RUN!!” I shouted grabbing his hand. He dropped whatever he had in hands and began following me. “Tatiana, wh-whats going on!? What are you doing!?” He pulled his hand back and stood there in confusion. Turning around I grabbed his hand again. “We have to go before–” What I realized is that I wasn't dreaming. I was having a flashback. A flashback of when the Apocalypse first started. “Tia, you can't save me.” José looked at me, fists clenched and tears running down his cheeks. “You couldn't do it before. You can't go back and do it again.”

I shook my head, letting out small crys. “José, no! Please–I can save you this time! I promise!” He shook his head. “It's too late. Please, keep this for me. And keep it safe.” He opened his hand revealing a necklace. It was a dragon, the necklace I had given to him for his 8th birthday. I began crying as I watched him back away. That's when the Walmart roof was ripped off, soon revealing a large tornado right in front of the store. I looked down at José to see him on the floor. His body began to twitch before slowly rising up again. “José–” He was no longer José, but one of those monsters. I noticed a pistol in my hand now. I know he always liked the idea of a Zombie apocalypse, but he would never want to be one or something similar. He deserves better. Raising the pistol, I aimed it at him. Lightning striked outside and even inside the store, shelves being knocked over. I let out a loud cry before pulling the trigger.

I opened my eyes screaming and crying. I dropped whatever was in my hands, falling to my knees. “Tatiana!?” I heard Cody shout. But he was somewhere far. Though, I did feel someone pull me close to them. “It's alright, you're safe. I'm here for you–Just like you were for me.” I heard Maxx say softly. I could finally hear the running footsteps of Cody. Once he arrived, he quickly took out his gun and aimed it around. “What happened!? Maxx?? Why is she screaming!?” He yelled, suddenly becoming overprotective. “Oh, fuck off Cody. Go stick your head up someone else's ass.” Maxx glared at him.

“You little piece of shit, I'll fucking shoot that dumbass off a glare off your face!!” He yelled aiming his gun at him. I quickly pulled away from Maxx, pushing him out of the way before booking it. I ran away from the scene as fast as I could, running over to the pharmacy where Zach said he would be. Jumping over the counter, I kept low behind it to catch my breath. I needed to get the hell out of that. I can't stand it when my friends fight for stupid reasons. I couldn't stopped it; no problem. It's just that my first instinct was to run for it. I wasn't in the mood for any of that shit after what I just experienced. I must've made some noise, because Zach came out from checking out the shelves of medicine and aiming his gun towards me. Once he realized who I was, he quickly put it down and rushed over to me, remaining low.