I looked in the mirror. The wide eyes and crooked smile. The cute freckles and red hair. I was the same girl that I saw in the mirror. The sweet girl. The popular girl. Everyone's best friend. Now everyone was gone. What does the sweet girl do to survive a situation like this. I have no clue where my parents are, I assume most everyone I know is dead. Life isn't good for the sweet girl anymore.
I looked at my hands. Once fair, soft and well manicured, now covered in calluses and dirt. These hands have killed. Or rekilled. Where they still alive? And if they were, was self preservation murder? God, everything was so complicated. I looked around my room. I couldn't stay here forever, but since I found my way home I deserve the stay.
A creak from an adjacent room. "Mom? Dad?"
I walked to the door. I held my breath for a moment before opening it, not knowing what could be inside. I opened the door. A scream.
"Mom! Relax!" I yelled, seeing both my parents shoved into the corner, they look like they've been crying.
"Susan, sweetie? Is it really you?" Called my mother, the sound of fresh tears ringing in her throat. She stood and stumbled over to me, embracing me.
She was different. They both were. I don't know what happened but they changed.
"We have to go." I stated, "there's a group of them coming towards us. We will be toast if we stay here."
Mom nodded her head. She laughed weakly. "It's too late."
"We can go, Mom, come on!" I insisted.
She shook her head, lifting her shirt. A bite. "We've seen it before, when your bitten the disease takes you."
I don't know what happened first. The realization hitting me or the sobbing. I shook my head. I was chocking. This was all I had. As soon as I got them back she was gone.
"What about dad?" I asked, wiping away the tears.
"He's bit too." She explained, producing tears of her own, my dad was lying in a comatose state in the corner room. "He went under about an hour ago."
I gripped onto her, crying my eyes out. Gone. Gone. Gone. Everything is gone. I have nothing to grip onto from before this.
"Susan, do me one last favor." Requested my mother, her sobs chocking her words. She looked to the coffee table besides their bed.
A gun.
"Mommy, please!" I sobbed, clinging to her for life.
"Susan, please. I can't become like that." She cried.
I walked slowly to the coffee table and picked up the gun. I cocked the gun. I aimed the gun. I didn't think about it. Pulled the trigger. Pulled the trigger again. Dropped the gun. Exited the room. Left the front door.
The house was no longer mine. That life wasn't mine anymore. I wasn't never going to go back there. My life might as well not continue. I wiped my face. I looked at the oncoming horde of walkers. I could die. What else did I have? It would be easier to just cease living. I breathed in and out. My heart thumping its final beats.
It would be quick, I told myself. It would be easy. I knew those were lies. I couldnt die like this. Not like this. I am a coward. I turned and ran, not towards the house, but towards my families car. It was an adverage sedan, well suited for a family of three. I opened the trunk, they always left it unlocked, and crawled in. I slammed the door behind me.
I sat in the darkness, waiting, The horde still clearly knew I was here, but they probably couldnt breach the hard metal of the cars backside. I stayed crouched down hiding in the darkness. Soon the scratching began. They clawed and dragged on surface of the car.
Maybe it was a few minutes or a few hours, but there was suddenly a loud noise outside. A car coming to a quick halt. Guns firing. The scratches ended but the constant hissing moan of the creatures did not. I heard more gunshots, then several quick fort steps towards me.
I held my breath and tried to hold still as to not be heard. The footsteps passed the trunk of the 4 door and I heard a window break. The old smash-the-window-and-unlock-it-from-inside trick. I knew where this was going. Their other was not as good as this one, so they decided to trade up.
I heard the car start, I felt the rumble of the engine. Then the car was thrown in reverse and sped off, throwing me around in the trunk.
Great.
