Jessamine Dixon lives in the apocalypse

My Childhood

Everything looked the same from the outside. I passed the small truck and stopped in my tracks. Something was waving by the windshield and I'd caught it out of the corner of my eye. I turned around to see a piece of paper under the wiper. I hadn't left that there. I rushed over to the truck, suddenly hyper-aware of my surroundings. 

"J if you're reading this then you're alive we left your things and half of the stuff you need to survive use it wisely as you can tell were still alive hopefully well look for you soon sorry love you DD and MD" 

Love you? And sorry? My brothers were using those words towards me? They had the decency to write a note and their spelling hadn't been awful. Mainly just punctuation. Must have been Merle who wrote it, Daryl was much worse with that. If he could even read. Not that it matters. My brothers barely give a shit about me. They wouldn't start now. I don't want them to find me. I don't want them to look for me. Especially if my dad was with them. It'd be better if they just believed I was dead. This would be the first place they look so I need to leave soon. Those assholes took half of the supplies too. They weren't always the brightest when it comes to anything but survival. Those two are horrible at many many different things. But they knew those supplies were here, it wouldn't matter who else needed them, not when they wanted them. 

"Great." I whispered to myself and entered the house.

The setup of the house was basically a garage that was split into three different rooms. The kitchen, bathroom, and my bedroom.

I went into the kitchen and 10 groups of 10 cans were all around. There's half of the 200. Maybe the boys did know how to count. But why would they leave me half?

I entered my bedroom and nothing had changed, everything was exactly how I left it. It looked like nobody had been inside since the boys and maybe they hadn't even been in here. Probably because nothing scared them more than their little sister, the fact that she was a girl. Every time I saw Merle he commented on me being a girl, I've even seen him throw up after somebody brought up periods. They were probably terrified to go into my room. 

I slid the makeshift garage door up and walked outside. It was already getting dark. I started to step into the truck and grabbed the key that had been sitting on the dashboard. I'm lucky the boys didn't take the truck, especially since I was stupid enough to leave the key just sitting there. Once I'd parked the truck I turned it off and closed the garage door, locking it behind me.

My eyes wandered to the clock on the counter and it was already 8. My brothers might come back here if they were sober enough to remember the letter they wrote. Maybe my dad would come up here looking for me. But eventually, somebody would be here. Rick was still at the hospital, the others had already left. I couldn't stay here though. I decided that I would stay at the house for three nights. Town had been crazy when I'd left, this would give it time to calm down. I went back to the kitchen and lit a candle. After rummaging through the cans I'd been left with I cracked open some peaches.

I remembered everything that Shane had told me about what was happening. That inhuman things were coming. They were trying to kill us by eating us and turning us into one of them. The only way to take them out was to go for the head. It made absolutely no sense. But once I'd actually watched the news, I realized he was right.

I glanced out the window and saw my motor cross bike still leaning against the siding. It was too dark and risky to go out now. Hopefully, nobody wandered this far up into the woods, they'd be able to tell I was here if they found the bike. This brought the question if I was even going to bring the bike with me.

I locked all the doors, made sure the garage door was locked, shut all the curtains, and then double-checked it all again. End of the world or not, this was a habit my family had given me. Lastly, I grabbed the candle and went to my room, shutting the door behind me. I'd set the candle on the floor and picked up a book.