The Life of a Teenager in the Zombie Apocalypse (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

It all started with a dream. I was lying there peacefully, dreaming about Lord knows what when I was awakened rudely by a noise. I thought it was my brother just messing with me so I ignored it; then he began to pound on my door. Just to mess with him I picked up a lamp so I would scare him, but when I went to open the door it wasn't him. I saw a creature I'd only ever saw on TV, and my heart crumbled as I saw my mother, with bite marks going up and down her body; Blood everywhere. I knew that it wasn't really her. It was a monster with her face. The world just seemed to go in slow motion as I looked into her eyes. Nothing was there, just hazey grey eyes and a vacant stare. Before I could do anything she attacked me, pushing me up against the wall. I tried to push her off me, but the blood all over her was making it difficult to grasp anything, so I hit her in the head with the lamp. Then she fell back a little, but that didn't stop her, she was still attacking me so I grabbed the first thing I saw off my dresser. I gouged her in the eye with a pair of scissors, and she fell to the ground with a thud.

I hadn't realised I was crying until I looked in the mirror opposite from me. I had seriously bad bed head, and blood all over me. My brand new pink pajamas stained. But I only had those thoughts for two seconds before I was interrupted buy another horrifying thought. My baby brother!

I ran to my brother's room, and there was sign of a struggle. Glass all over the floor from the broken mirror that used to be similar to mine. He was on the ground with the same bight marks in him. I knew that in just a couple hours he'd be the same hazey brown eyed monster my mother seemed to be.

I went to check in on my father. He was in the same condition, but was lying there peacefully. He'd been attacked in his sleep. If it wasn't for the big hole in his stomach and the intestines hanging out on to the floor, you couldn't tell that the virus was spreading through his body. Who am I kidding this was a horrendous mess. My heart practically ripped out as I walked into their closet. I Pulled out my dad's kimber 45 1911, and aimed it at his head, and pulled the trigger. He wasn't my father anymore, and he never would be. I walked to my brother's room, and did the same.

I walked to my front door to see it wide open with bloody foot prints exiting. I quickly slammed the door, and put the couch in front of it, and did the same with the back door.
It seemed like hours had passed, I was just standing there heart broken.
I pulled my mom's body back into her bed, with a crap ton of effort I might add, so she could "sleep" soundly with my father.

I walked in to my brother room and laid him in his toddler bed and cryed. He was so young, and sweet. I'd never get to hear him laugh or cry. I'd never get to see him grow up and tease him about girls. Never.

They at least deserved to be somewhere they'd be happy in death.

I walked into the living room and cried. It seemed like days. I would sit there just staring at the wall blankly. The sun came and went 3 times. I knew in these 3 days I could have left and gone, but I just couldn't. All I could do was cry and pray. I knew my family was in a better place, and someday I would be too. I wanted to bury them, but I knew that I wouldn't have the time before I got attacked by another zombie, or whatever they were called. So I just had to leave them.

But sitting here, in a house with 3 dead bodies, it was starting to smell horrendous. So with my noise covered I ran into my parents room, not looking anywhere near the bed I went into the closet, and picked up every ounce of ammunition my dad had, and every gun he had, and took it to the living room where I'd been for the past 3 days. I quickly ran back in there, because on my way out I saw a red box, and was curious as to know what it was. I opened the box, and inside was the most beautiful Samurai sword I'd ever seen. I grabbed it and ran back to the living room. Ammunition laid out on the floor, and my sword shinning in all its glory. I knew from that moment it would be my wepon of choice.

Hey my name is Ginger and this is my story. For the past 4 months I've gone through hell and back. Being a 16 year old girl going through the zombie apocalypse, is not the best way to live life. Sometimes it's fun, because who wouldn't want to shoot people and not have to worry about going to hell? but I guess there is some really bad things about it. Like when you see your dead friend walking down the street and practically force yourself to shoot them. Like one time I saw my ex-boyfriend, and I still had feelings for him, and had to shoot him. It wasn't so bad. He did cheat on me. Oh well.

Well anyway, 16 year old, zombie apocalypse, all alone. It sucks. You can't have McDonalds anymore. Your mom doesn't cook you breakfast. Not the life to be living.

But I'm not staying in one town anymore. I've been traveling heading up north; trying to escape my memories of my family and friends, but I've also been going to my family's houses to see if they have the virus to. So far practically my whole family is dead, and I have had to shoot all of them.

Sometimes my motorcycle will run out of gas, and I'll have to stop at a gas station, and shoot another dang zombie. When all this started I had to shoot my own parents and brother, and that was horrible. I even burned my own house down, to escape the memories, and ever since I left my house I have not seen one person alive. I haven't seen a single vehicle moved. No one's been in and out of stores. I'm just all alone, me and the zombies. That is until I reached the border of Montana, and that's when everything changed.

I was ridding down the road when I heard a horse whinney. I saw the most beautiful black horse I'd ever seen in my life. The first living thing I'd seen in 4 months and she was beautiful. I jumped off my motor cycle, grabbed my gun just in case, and walked over to her. I reached up to pet her but was stopped by a wonderful sound, and not just any old sound; The sound of a man.