Gone ~carl grimes~

Chapter 1

Melissa's pov:
I've been in here for weeks and my supplies are starting to run low. Let me introduce myself: I'm Melissa Johnson, I'm 14, I'm in this filthy place called earth alone and I lost my older brother, mom and dad.

I don't know where my brother is but I'm convinced he's still alive. His name is Michael. We got separated by a herd of walkers. My mom well I watched her get attacked by walkers. I had to kill her myself and that screwed me up. My dad was with me and my brother but we lost him by a herd of walkers too. He could still be alive tho.

At first my dad, Michael and I stayed in our house. Then after a month our supplies ran out. So we cleared a house across from a store and stayed there for 3 months. Then we had to move because of walkers. That's how we got separated from our dad.

Me and my brother walked for a week until we got separated. That was 8 months ago. I've been alone ever since.

It was hard at first but then I grew up a little and faced reality. I'm no longer a little girl following everyone letting them take care of me. I'm no longer thinking this a dream that I'll just wake up from and it will be over.

At the moment I'm packing up my stuff. I've been staying at a abandoned church and across from it is a pharmacy. But the store is almost cleaned out and I'm running low on food so I need to get moving.

I finish packing the items I have: 2 slim jims, 1 bottle of water, a brush, pony tails holders, a pocket knife, a hunting knife, a small hand gun and my favorite sweatshirt.

I slip my super expensive very nice back pack that I got from some house I cleared over my shoulders. I start walking down the stairs grabbing my shirt on the way down and pulling it over my head.

I'm wearing black leggings and a tight white longsleeve shirt. I also snatched some thick socks from a target Me and my brother scoped a long time ago.

I slip my boots on and roam threw the house, double checking everything. I glance on the couch and notice a small fleece blanket I didn't see before. I grab it shoving it in my bag.

After deciding it was all clear I grab my jacket (picture of jacket attached above) off the railing and slip it on. I pull out my gun and put in on my waist so it's easier to grab if I need it.

I start walking down the street cautiously, glancing behind me constantly.
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I've been walking for about 2 hours when I come across a Walmart. I'm debating whether or not to go in.

I decide to go in. I desperately need supplies. I knock on the door to see if any walkers come. surprisingly none come to the door. I slowly enter the building.

I see one of those re useable bags and start walking towards the clothes area. I grab a pair of thin gloves, a hat and a new sports bra. I shove them in the bag.

I walk over to the food aisles and start grabbing more slim jims and granola bars. I stuff some more waters in the bag too. Then I'm about to walk out when I get an idea.

I go to the hunting area. I find this belt that can hold stuff in it. I grab that and another hunting knife.

I start walking to the exit when I feel a piece of cold metal on the back of my head and hear a deep voice growl out "take 1 more step and you're dead"