The Apocalypse: The First Year

Ain't No Sunshine When She's Gone

"Glen let's go!" My dad yells to Glen as he practically drags my mother along. Glen has to pick me up and put me on his back because I'm so tired.

It's been a month since we left the comforts of the quarantine at MGM Grand. We haven't been able to find another safe place yet. So we've been moving from house to house, trying to outrun the zombies. The outskirts of the city have gotten pretty bad.

But I'm tired of running.

"Don't you dare even think about giving up." Glen says throwing me on his shoulders.

"I just wanna rest." I tell him.

"We can't baby sis." He says and starts to run with me on his back.

"Glen hurry." My dad says shooting a walker in the head.

"Take this." He says, handing me a gun over his shoulder.

"Glen I can't-"

"You can. I taught you. Just remember everything I taught you." He says and picks up speed, trying to catch up with mom and dad.

"Dad on your left." I yell ahead to my dad who takes down yet another walker. The house we were in got overrun with them. We had to make a quick exit during the middle of the night and running through the woods is never a great idea in the dark.

"We need to separate." My dad says those four dreaded words.

"No!" I say firmly. The only way we can survive this is if we stick together. I know this.

"Your mother and I will lead them away from that cabin. You two go inside and barricade the doors."

"Dad no, Spencer's right." Glen speaks up. "We should stick together."

"If we stick together, we're all gonna die." My dad snaps at us.

"Dad please."

"Everything's gonna be alright Spencer. Your mother and I will be back to get you guys once we've taken care of all these walkers." He says then stops running. A pack of walkers are only a few feet behind us. "Please just go." He says kissing me and my brother on the forehead. My mother gives us both hugs as my father looks behind us and shoots a few walkers in the head. "Go!" He says again firmly and Glen and I don't hesitate to take off towards the cabin my father said to.

That was the last time we ever saw our parents.

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"Spencer get up we need to go." Glen shakes me awake.

"Huh?" I say opening one eye to look at him.

"Get up, now." He says in a voice that I recognize. It's the same voice he had on the day we lost mom and dad.

Panic.

"What's going on?" I ask, hoping up and packing my bag.

"Walkers." Is all he says. I look over to the empty bed that once held a sleeping Ashley. "They're waiting for us downstairs." Glen answers my unasked question.

"Ready." I tell Glen as he snatches up my bag and we rush out the room and down the stairs.

"A dozen or so out front, fewer in the back." Tim says as he loads bullets into his gun.

"We can take out the five on this side." Ashley says, readying a bow and arrow. She can shoot a gun and an arrow?...

"Spencer, Glen, you ready?" Carmen asks me and my brother. We both nod as she readies herself behind a door to open it.