Survivor

She found a friend.

The water is clean and the food is warm. The woman is enjoying her food, scrapping every last piece. I give her my share, she doesn't want to accept it, but I've eaten everyday for six months because I've found food and water. She needed it more. I push my share to her, and stand up. I grab the knife I gave her, and sharpen my katana.

"Stay here." I tell her. As I look down from the roof. There are about 20 zombies.

"Where are you going?"

"They can smell us, so I need to kill them and put the blood around the building if we're gonna spend the night here."

"Be careful." She said as I jumped off the building again, the katana slicing right through the head of an undead man. She watched from the roof as I killed all of the zombies.

I found a plastic bag and tied it around my hand, using it as a glove. I stuck my hand into the guts of an old man, and rubbed it all over the wall. I pulled out his intestine and hung it around the lamp post. I could hear the gag from the woman, but I was used to this.

I climbed back up to the roof. I have spreaded blood around the building, it would keep us 'disguised' for the night.

"What's your name?" I asked the woman, cleaning my katana.

"Hayley. My name is Hayley."

"Nice to meet you. The name's Daniella. Friends used to call me Dani."

"Thanks again, Daniella."

I shake my head. "No problem. It was the right thing to do." She smiles at me.

I lay out more buckets and set up a little shelter make from scraps of clothing and such.

"How long have you been alone?" I ask her.

"A couple days. 4 at most. I was with my son, he's about your age, when we got to a military shelter. They only had room for one more, so I made him go. He's safe there. What happened with you?"

I look down at my hands, fidgeting my fingers.

"6 months ago. My father got scratched by one coming home from work one day. He didn't know it could infect him that way. Later that day, he changed. He bit... He bit my mom. She killed him. She packed my emergency bag, hugged me, told each other we loved them, and I ran as she instructed. I don't know if she turned or not."

She seems hurt by my words. I smile softly at her. Her son was still alive.

"You've been alone this whole time?" She asked me.

I nod. She gives me a forced smile. "You're strong. Aren't you?"

I nod again, not saying anything.

I can hear the groans of the undead. I just so desperately want them to shut up. I roll up my pant leg, showing my prosthetic. I can hear Hayley gasp, but I don't look up. I unhook everything and I take it off. Massaging my leg, she asks, "What happened?"