𝓽𝔀𝓭𝓰 𝓧 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻 || [𝘀𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝟰]

Chapter 2 (A new day.)

Word count: 2629
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I gasp awake. "Behind you." I repeat after Clem. That isn't really what she said all those years ago. I recall every minute spent her, and I wasn't 7 anymore too, I thought to myself. It felt like I was dreaming inside of a dream.

'how weird..'

I slept in an old train station, on a couch, surrounded with metres of mess. I must've knocked out on this couch. It was pretty comfy. But then, I heard rattling behind me, then a desperate, dry sounding growl. I slowly turn to look behind me when It grabbed me. It was a walker, skinny but strong.

Suddenly, it dove on me trying to sink its teeth in my neck. I push it in a struggle and left jabbed it across the face, causing it to fall next to me giving me enough time to get up. And so, I did.

I reached in my back pocket for my knife. By then it had gotten up. I used my trick that always seemed to work. I took out his knees, causing him to fall, looking up at me. Then, stabbed the knife in it's skull. I huffed in relief.

"that-... that was a close one." I said aloud, catching my breath.

I don't know why, but I still had a bit of hope I'll find her one day. Stupid right?
It became a day to day job, other than surviving.

I walked over to where my bag was and put my knife back in it. Then I began scavenging anything I could find in the old station I spent the night in.

"Probably should've done that before I slept." I whisper, internally facepalming myself.

I check the windows to see my car parked safely outside.
"I have to find more gas. I'm running low."
I raddle around my pants pocket for my keys and pulled them out, placing them on the dining table. I look on the table I had placed my keys on,
"Beans!" I smiled.
Looking at the jar. "And homemade." I put the beans in my bag hoping to find more.

There's also a booth with a security door.
"Huh, can't pry that one open."

There were these keys I saw on the two walkers tied together on these chairs, facing the broken, boarded up windows.

I killed them yesterday. I just then noticed that left a note on the floor.

'I must've missed this,' I thought to myself.
It was so dark last night so I couldn't see it.

It read,
"Please leave us be. This is what we wanted." I felt a little scent of remorse.

"Oh.. I'm so sorry." I whisper to the dead couple as if they can hear me.

'They're dead. It doesn't matter. They can't hear me anyways.' I thought.

I then remembered something I didn't do today. I smiled as I walked over to my bag and pulled out an old book with a lot off pages. I write down another near death experience then sign it off with my name and the date. "Y/N." I say aloud, followed by, "December 29, 2018." I signed.

I wasn't too sure it was the 29th but I knew it was near the 29th.
"I guess I'll make a new date if I'm wrong. I doubt anyone else is doing this so.. the date is mine now. 29th it is." My book is past half way done.

"I also need a new book...ugh. Even in the apocalypse I'm a nerd.."
Not long after I remember my birthday.

"Oh shit. 9 days til my birthday." I tuck the book back into my bag, getting up from my crouch.

"16." I say my age in 9 days to myself, followed by a slight smile. 9 years in the apocalypse?! 'How has nobody found a cure? I thought some scientist or someone really smart would've found something... guess not.'