I wake up with a headache. I always do, which is why I hate waking up. I have to get going though. I have to always stay on the move, because nowhere is safe enough. For a second, I forget where I am. My eyes soon focus in on the stars, plastic and dull, on the ceiling. Now, I remember, I think. The kid's bed was the only bed in the house left untouched. Like it hadn't been slept in for years, even before the outbreak.
The parents' bedroom was touched though, sort of. There were still rumpled sheets and crooked pillows.
I sigh and toss off the covers. Warmer than where I usually sleep, I think.
It had been miles and miles of forest, before I arrived here.
This little house was like it was just haphazardly thrown out into the middle of nowhere. I sit up and get out of bed, crossing over to the window to take a peek outside. No silencers that I can see so far, but you never know. Thinking of that, my mind wanders a bit, to the incident yesterday.
The silencer was a man, most likely the father of the son, who is...well... who knows where. I turn, it's better not to think of things that won't be answered. I walk over to the corner of the room where my boots are and pick them up and gingerly put them on. My shoes are combat boots. They're my only pair of shoes.
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Sorry that chapter sucked, but I promise it will get more exciting!
-Madie
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The Silence That Follows
ActionThe outbreak happened three years prior, and Lita North has survived since then on her own. The outbreak caused dead people to rise up and eat people. Whatever is left becomes a zombie. The world is soon ravaged by the dead and all hope seems lost...
