AN: I first published this story in April of 2014. I was thirteen at the time, and let's just say that a lot of growing in writing has happened since then. Please excuse some juvenile mistakes I may make and hey, maybe you'll enjoy the story. Thank you!
My life was pretty boring until the apocalypse started. I guess I'll start with that and get it out of the way.
I was never tough, never the survivalist type. I'm a soft-hearted woman who prefers hugs over drugs, peace over war, living over dying. My idea of a happy life was a husband, a few kids, a dog, and a place to lay my head at night.
Most people don't want to hear the story of a lonely twenty-eight year old woman living in a little apartment in Atlanta, Georgia. If you just hear that part, it sounds boring and complete and utterly normal. Adding in the fact that she was working two jobs, trying to save up money to head off to Hollywood or LA to fulfill her dream of becoming an actress, only adds to the mundaneness of it all.
Normal woman, normal life, boring story.
Adding in an apocalypse is what really throws it all for a loop.
Surprise! This story is about me, and later, my group; the group that saved my life and became my second family.
If I am to continue with the story of how my life took a turn, you need to know a little more about me.
No, not the whole backstory of how I grew up in Canada with two loving Christian parents, blah blah blah. Nobody has got time for that.
I'll start with my life in Atlanta, right before the turn.
Between saving up money, paying the bills, and generally staying alive in the big city, it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. I was so busy most of the time that I didn't try to make friends, so that amounted to me also being lonely.
My parents wanted nothing to do with me, or at least, not anymore. They had always wanted me to be a vet, until I dropped out my fifth year of college. They didn't understand how I could do it, and I didn't understand how they couldn't support me. Ever since then, we haven't spoken or had any contact with each other at all.
I missed them, but I'm a coward and I didn't want to call them and tell them that I'm sorry.
That...that was my first mistake.
I'll never get that chance to apologize.
That's because the world as we knew it ended. The dead rose up, overtaking the land with its virus and killing the majority of the earth's population.
Stay strong or get bit. Fight or die. Survive or join the ranks of the walking dead.
When everything was sent into turmoil, I had no idea what to do.
One thought crossed my mind, piercing through the sheer terror.
Just survive.
Somehow.
Right. This will be great.
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