not afraid

Hideout

                                              The flickering flames of the fire 

          eager, hungry, smoldering flames that dance around in the darkness in front 

     of me. The enormous apetite of the flames that do great destruction to everything it touches.

And devouring everything in its path and belching black smoke.  

 Its starting to get chilly which means winter is coming, its slowly creeping up. I found a little cabin and decided to make a fire to warm up and cook a rabbit. Rabbits are getting harder and harder to find now that winter is approaching. I love hunting ever since I was a kid I would go out to hunt and enjoy the piece and quite for a few days at a time. I use a bow well a crossbow to be more exact. My father got me it for my tenth birthday. That was probably the last thing he ever gave me. After my tenth birthday my mom took me to go shopping to pick out some cloths and a couple snacks for my first day of school. Only had I known that the best day of my life was going to be the worst day of my life. We were driving home and I was sitting in the back singing my little heart out to one of my favorite songs. I asked my mom if we can stop for some mcdonalds. She told me no. I should have just let it go but instead I threw a temper tantrum.

"everylyn stop crying we will get some McDonalds" my mother said to me.

I was so excited. But as she was making the u turn to turn around and go back the way we came from a drunk truck driver ran into us.

"mommy, mommy what happened? mommy are you okay? plea.. please wake up mommy my leg hurts." I screamed for her.

But nothing she wasn't moving she wasn't even breathing.

The fire fighters pulled me out and took me away to the ambulance. They than transported me to the hospital but I didn't want to go without my mommy I didn't know what was going on because no one would tell me what was happening. After that day when I got home it was hell.

My daddy would scream at me he would hit me. He would say it was all my god damn fault! But I didn't know that was going to happen.

Anyway I am now twenty eight years old and that was eighteen years ago. After I turned eighteen I ran away and was either living on the streets or crashed at a hotel. That is only if I got luck enough to find money. By twenty years old I had a job and my own place. That is what I did till the Apocalypse happened. I sometimes waitress-ed or I worked as an aide at the local hospital. 

When all hell broke loose I was working, so I hurried home packed my shit and I was gone.

  When I finish part of the rabbit I put the rest away for the morning than I continue my journey.