Until My Last Breath

Prologue: Before All Goes To Hell

A young girl, roughly the age of 15 smiled happily at the Man before her, her father. The one person she knew would be beside her for the rest of time, Micah Williams. Young Leona Williams smiled with delight as they walked through the streets of the Carnival. The last good moment of peace she would have for a while. "Dad, lookie! A gun shooting game!" She beamed, as she stared at the gun. "Want me to try for you, Leo?" He asked, using her nickname. She turned around, placing a small hand to her chest, mocking hurt. "I am not a delicate flower, Dad! I can do this myself!" She giggled quietly, spinning around and handing the young boy at the booth her ticket. The boy smiled and took the ticket, Leona only took a moment to memorize the boy's features. His brown hair was put up and his Green eyes glowed with curiosity. Leona shook off the boy's gaze and grabbed the Shotgun in her hands holding it in the position she remembered her Uncle showing her. 

Ducks with targets on them began going round and she took a breath, beginning to shoot. She got almost every duck, except a good seven or eight. At first her small form and gentle looks would cause most to think she is a gentle city girl, but upon getting to know her. You realize, you truly cant trust a book by it's cover. Her dirty blonde hair was tied up in a high pony tail, leaving her most evident feature to stand out. Her gorgeous brown eyes glowed with innocence and curiosity. She slowly put the gun down and smiled, seeing her point count. "Alright! All those years of hunting with Uncle Evan have paid off!!" She cheered, pushing her fist into the air. She heard a cough from behind her and see the boy smiling. "You can pick anything from the top row, there." He said and Leona smiled gently, a small blush covering her cheeks. "Oh, Uh.." She looked up and saw a brown bear sitting on the ledge. "That one-" She pointed, "I want that one." The boy nodded and grabbed the bear, walking back to her and handing the fuzzy toy to her. 

"Hey, Uh, I. . . I'm Jonah. Jonah Tristan." He said to the dirty blonde who stared with wide eyes. "Oh! Uh, I know. . . you. . . Um, your in my M-Math class, aren't you? I'm Leona Williams." She said, shaking his hand. The teens stared at each other for a moment before coming back at the Cough of Micah. "Oh! Dad! Uh, L-Let's go. . ." She mumbled, blushing again before walking off. She looked at the bear and noticed on the collar there was a piece of paper. She hummed curiously, grabbing it. She held the bear under her arm and unfolded the paper, carful not to rip it. On it said, 'Call Me' with the number 576-885-0***. She smiled gently and shook her head, putting the paper in the pocket of her overalls. "So, you and Jonah, eh?" Her father teased, bumping into her shoulder with a smirk. The girl yelped and glared before rolling her eyes. "W-What about us? I don't even know him!" She objected the idea with a small blush. 

"Uh-Huh. That's what they all say!" He joked and Leona glared at her father. "Dad, I swear, your more like my best friend than my Father." She laughed and crossed her arms under her chest. Her brown eyes narrowed as she stuck up her nose. "Me, your best friend?! What an honor!" He put a hand over his heart. Leona chuckled as they neared their house. Both stopped and looked around when a loud siren went off. "Dad! What is that!!" She yelled over the sound. "I don't know! Maybe a tornado. Get to the storm cellar!" Something in Micah's eyes screamed that he knew. However, in the moment, his daughter let that go. Fear, clouding her system. She started dead sprinting to where she knew the Cellar was. "Go, Leo. Go! There is food and supplies down there to last you weeks, in case something happens!" Micah pushed the girl down. 

"Dad!" She cried as she reached up to pull him with her. "I'm going to go check it out, stay in there until I come back!" He ordered, making the girl frown as tears glazed over her eyes. He closed the hatch, whispering: "I love you, Leona. My dearest Daughter". Leona reached up to stop the door but it was too late. "Dad!! DADDY!!" She bawled. She covered her mouth with her hands as tears fell. She fell to her knees thinking about what could happen to her beloved father. She slowly stood up, wiping her eyes with her long white sleeve. She walked over to a radio which sat nearby and furrowed her brows in aggravation. She messed with the switches and antenna. After a few moments she finally got a signal and heard the most terrifying thing come through the buzzing. 

"The-Dead... Over-Seven million-dead where-they... stood..." Leona's brown eyes widened in terror. "Unknown-virus... spreading... Dead-rising... from-graves" The dirty blonde covered her mouth in fear, tears springing to her eyes once more. She flinched upon hearing groaning and banding on the cellar door. Gunshots and screams echoed from above. She fearfully backed away until her back hit something hanging on the wall. She looked back, seeing a handgun hanging there. She grabbed it and quickly put the ammo in it, holding it up. She seen the door lift up and a familiar face peer through. "J-Jonah!!" She whispered, rushing towards the boy. She reached out and grabbed a hold of his arm, dragging him down, making sure to slowly close the door. "What in the hell is going on out there!" She growled, tears still filling her eyes. Just then she was hit by the metallic smell of blood and she flinched. 

"Jonah, are you bleeding?!" She asked, growing worried. He groaned and nodded, lifting up his shirt to reveal a gunshot wound. She gasped and rushed to his side. "Is the bullet still in there or did it go completely through?" She asked becoming completely serious. "I-It didn't go through..." He hissed and Leona's eyes widened slightly. "That means I have to get it out. If I don't it'll be near impossible to heal correctly." She said, grabbing his arm and leading him over to the small mattress in the corner of the room. "Lay down." She ordered as she rushed around to find any medical supplies. After gathering everything she needed she rushed over to his side, setting everything down. "It doesn't look too deep." She mumbled in thought. 

She noticed the sweat on his forehead and reached up, running the back of her hand across his forehead. "Your burning up!" She yelped, standing quickly. She found a bottle of cool water and grabbed it, looking around for a rag. She couldn't find one and bit her lip in thought. She looked at her sleeve and bit on the thin fabric, ripping it. She put the fabric over the nozzle and tipping it, to get it wet. She put the cap back on and sat by Jonah and put the fabric on his forehead. He seemed to be knocked out, which would make it a lot easier for her to get the bullet out of him. She took a shaky breath in and looked at the wound. She grabbed her tweezers and slowly reached into the wound, she noticed Jonah yelped and mentally apologized. She got ahold of the bullet and pulled it out, dropping it onto a tray she had next to her. 

She flinched, noticing the blood oozing from the wound. She grabbed her gauze and bandages and quickly applied them to the wound. "He has to stay still until it heals, at least a little bit." She mumbled and sighed, sitting back and wiping the sweat from her forehead. 'Dad... Please be okay...' she thought, staring at the boy who she met recently. 'I don't know what to do on my own.'