I'll Find You

Darkness

Chapter 3~ Darkness

{ WARNING! Kinda deep chapeter!}

*Zaya*

   Family. Family is the one thing I haven't felt in a long long time. I don't consider the term family as an object or a blood related person, family is whoever the hell makes you feel at home, makes you happy or welcomed and safe. I haven't seen my family in forever, let alone just one person. I can almost remember the scent from my childhood when my mother was baking her special homemade burnt cookies, no she wasn't a baker but she did try. Or the sound of my father's footsteps as he came home from a long day of work. The sound of my little siblings laughing and playing together as their hands were deep in the mud, it seems to be the little things you miss the most. Just like waking up in the morning to the one person you were set on marrying, and being with for the rest of your life. The little things you come to miss when you're scared that everythings you may have lived for, is gone and vanished into thin air.

   It's been months of searching for a sign of any life form, I couldnt even make out a footprint or a drag line of a walker corpse scavenging for some source of flesh to feast on. But I don't know whether I should continue my search or give it up. I'm starting to even believe I should give up on my search all together. Maybe there's just no more hope left, my family, friends, Liam, or just anyone, maybe they're all gone and there's really nothing left out there for anyone.

   At this very moment I'm lying on the ground in the woods. To be honest, I don't know where I am anymore, I think I'm a few hours past a town near farmland. But I couldn't really care less of my well being at the moment. I almost feel as if I should just give up on myself, my entire life I battled with these issues of my self image, but Liam he changed that for me, he's what kept me going and made me feel safe, and loved. He's my family, life without him feels wrong like it isn't worth living.

  My knife, and scars on my wrist are just a reminder of my past that I conquered but the truth is, do we ever really conquer our fears? Our troubles? Anything?  Yes it's one of those days, I believe giving up is gonna be worth it, the day where my negative mind over comes my positive one.

  Slightly I hear the roars of the dead creeping upon my body, it does sound close but im not really sure if I should do something about it. The loud voice in my head is screaming 'leave it be! There's no point anyway' but the small voice is telling me not to give up, my familys out there somewhere. I'm not sure which one, I should listen to, then in the moment as I view the monster attempting to munch my foot off my body feels numb. I don't know if it's biting my foot off or not, I can't feel, hear or see a damn thing. Numb I just feel numb.

  Last thing I remember is complete darkness. I'm not sure what happened but darkness is all I felt and saw.

  Until eventually the slight faint of a person speaking.

  Then fell the darkness once again.