Survivor

Survivor. That's what I call myself, it boosts my confidence. But why "survivor"? It's the zombie apocalypse and I haven't seen or interacted with an actual human being since my mother died. She was bit by what was once my father. She killed him, but she had gotten bit on her wrist. It took 15 minutes for someone to change. It took 6 minutes for my mom to give me a backpack full of food, water, flashlights and a Swiss Army knife. She instructed me to grab the sharpest knife from the kitchen. She gave me a quick hug, a told me to run. Told me to never look back, help those in need, and don't get killed. She said she was counting on me to survive. She was crying, but I didn't, to prove to her I was strong.
I ran down the stairs from her room and through the front door.
"I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!" I screamed as loud as I could.
"I LOVE YOU DANIELLA!!!!!" She screamed. I could hear her sadness. I ran towards the city, a few zombies tried to get me. I remembered my mom telling me once, that head shots killed them. It worked. I ran and ran, till I ended up downtown. I remembered that there was a store that selled knives and swords. I ran to the store, softly tapping the glass window. No one was in there. I opened the door slowy, and saw one sword left. It was long, and had its sheath. I grabbed it, hanging it off my shoulder, and pulled out the katana. I held it tight, and ran out of the store, and around the back. I climbed the fire escape to the roof, resting when I got there. I collapsed. Finally the tears slide their way down my cheeks. My mother was gone. And now I had no one.
I remember dumping out the bag, finding 20 cans of food, 5 apples, and 15 bottles of water, a flashlight and some batteries. There was a red Swiss Army knife in the front pocket, along with a picture of my mom, dad and I. I cried harder than ever before. The picture was in a small frame, and I wanted to take it out. There was a letter in the frame as well.
"Dani, if you're reading this, it means you're now off on you're own. In this bag, there are enough supplies for you if you make it last. The photo attached, you
keep forever. Your dad and I have taught you everything thing we know. Dad taught you parkour, use it! It'll keep you off the ground and away from the zombies. If you find a gun, I taught you how to use it, but use it only as a LAST resort. Remember they are attracted to noise.
Daniella. We love you more than words can describe, and you must stay alive. We believe in you baby girl, you can do it. Help those in need, be mercy less to the dead, and stay alive. We love you.
Mom & Dad ❤️ "