Amy: SurvivingMature

It's astounding how dramatically things can change in such a short space of time. One day everything was normal; the sun was shining, birds were singing and children were laughing. It was like something out of a fairytale, the perfect summers day. Then the next, total chaos. Smashed windows, desolate streets, the almost tangible sense of death still lingering in the air. It's a little hard to keep up with it, but luckily I managed. A lot of other people were not so fortunate.

Some of which being my parents. We were never close when everything was normal though, our estranged relationship meant I didn't feel as much grief as I perhaps should have done once they were killed. I know how that sounds, a little cold hearted and callous, but for me it's made it easier, not having other people to worry about and look after. In such cataclysmic disasters like this, survival is essential. You have always got to look out for number one.

Right now I was sat bolt upright on the rusty floorboards which I had slept on, due to the rattling at the door. I knew instantly what it was, but it did not stop that familiar feeling of nausea and dread sweep through me, rendering me completely useless for a good few seconds. There is always that moment of panic, when you have absolutely no idea what to do. You think you would though. Until you find yourself put in the actual situation itself. Before this disaster, I'm sure some people have jokingly wondered what they'd do in a zombie apocalypse, perhaps prepare an entire detailed plan that would result in absolute survival. But then when it really comes, you're stumped.

Two long dark shadows stretched out across the floor, coming from just behind the door. The sun was just setting, allowing the zombie's silhouette to display itself hauntingly close to me. I got up wordlessly, relieved at having found that my muscles still worked, and grabbed the baseball bat from it's place beside the door. I forced myself to breathe, count to three, and throw open the door.

There was more than I had anticipated. I had thought that there was only one, but once I had opened the door, I had also snagged the attention of many more reanimated corpses nearby. 

I cursed under my breath before snatching my gun from the wooden table beside me. Deciding there was far too many to take on, I slammed the door, bolting it shut.

There were still howling at the door long after I had escaped.

* * * *

It was getting dark now, and I was running out of options. I was now officially homeless, and the supermarket I had looked at had already been targeted by the zombies. I had seen no one yet, apart from a group of raiders taking up camp near the said place. I did not want to go and join them, my opinion about looking out for number one hadn't been changed, but I was starting to think that maybe it should be.

Just ahead of me was a large, rectangular building with heavy glass doors. Maybe it was deserted?

Before I could make any decisions, I heard the desperate moans from right behind me.

Whirling round, I discovered two of the zombies had seen me and were coming my way. Without thinking, I pelted it in the direction of the building, banging frantically on the doors. Why was nobody answering? I turned back to the zombies, raised my bat in the air, high above my head and watched them come closer.

'Step back from the door,' the voice behind me made me jump, causing me to almost drop my weapon.

I did as was instructed immediately. 'Okay,' I mouthed. The guy in front of me glared out through the doors and I decided I didn't want to piss him off more than I already probably had done, so I dropped my bat on the floor, meanwhile stupidly putting my trust in the fact that he'd kill the zombies behind me.

He took my shotgun from across my back, I fought the urge to protest. He raised with ease and fired two deafening shots. A quick glance behind me told me he had killed the zombies and they had been closer than I'd thought. 

'What are you doing here?' he questioned. I got a good look at him. He was taller than me, by a good few inches or so and had a muscular build. His dark hair was short, framing a slightly tanned face and green eyes. 'Why did you choose to stop here? You're well-armed enough, and there's another store a couple of miles down the road from here

I decided the truth was probably the safest bet: 'I stopped here because it's getting too dark to travel much further, and I've visited that store. It's been raided, and the place is crawling with infected. Not to mention raiders made a camp near there

I assessed his reaction, wondering if he'd invite me in or not. His eyes softened ever so slightly. 'Alright. Come on in. I'll show you where you can set up for the night.' He handed me my weapons back. 'Sorry for the formality of disarming you, but you know how it is in a world like this.'

I nodded.

'So what's your name?'

'My name's Amy Carter,' I introduced. I came from Eastbrook, just Northeast - '

'Yeah I know where Eastbrook is,' he interrupted, seeming to relax slightly. 'I grew up there myself actually. The name's Sam, by the way.'

'Really? Small world.'

'Yeah I guess so. "Here's your improvised living space, until we can get you set up in a real....uh, room-type setup.

I couldn't help the laughter that followed. Maybe it was just relief at finding someone else, despite my unease of making friends and teaming up. Okay, sounds good. Nice....improvised living space you've got set up for me here

He grinned at me. 'Stay out of the back, that's my...area. Other than that, what's mine is yours. And yours only. No funny business, please.

I widened my eyes in innocence. 'Alright, I promise to be a good girl. I haven't seen anyone else except for the raiders.'

'Okay good.' There were a few moments of awkward silence before he offered me something to eat, which I accepted gratuitously not realizing just how hungry I had been until then. 

'Hope you don't mind,' he said. 'We have a little limited variety of food here, so we're mostly going to be stuck with stuff that can be prepared in a microwave

'That's fine,' I replied, genuinely grateful.

After we had eaten, he gave me a quick tour of the building, showing me where everything was. He seemed like a nice guy and I felt my initial distrust begin to melt away. Not long after, we said goodnight. I watched him head off into his room, the doors swinging shut behind him. 

I was asleep as soon as my head hit my pillow.

The End

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