I’m lame, I know I know. Not exactly sure who I am yet..

I’ve been stressing out a little this week, and I thought since today was Easter it would be a little better. Haha, yeah I was totally wrong.

My mom went on her usual dog walking routine with one of my dog’s (Eddieboy). I was at Pin’s around that time, and my dad was doing his thing at home. My mom called, and like usual I ignore it because I assume they were going to yell at me about something. They always….ALWAYS tell me to come home early when it’s like 6:00 pm….so bleh. Around five minutes later they call again, this time I answered it because I figured if I didn’t I’d have to face the wrath at home.

It turns out, while my mom was walking Eddie he picked up a fish hook and swallowed it. From what my parents described, it was hooked into his throat, and there was still the fishing line tied to it. So not only did my poor Eddie have a fishing hook stuck in his throat, there was a fishing wire hanging sticking out of his mouth. Since it’s Easter today, none of the vets are open except the emergency veterarian. My parents rushed my dog there, and SURPRISE SURPRISE, they don’t have the right equipment and told them to take him to Louisville, KY.

Just in case you don’t know where I currently reside, I live in Evansville, IN. That’s about a 2.5 hour drive. Five minutes ago, my parents called saying they just made it. So basically, my poor little Eddie had a fish hook in his throat for hours

So, what’d you guys do for Easter?

It seems I have misplaced my former self, and I just can’t seem to find her. The way I used to be so carefree and happy have suddenly vanished, and my writing style has faded. I seem bitter, and more horrible than I used to be. It’s a scary feeling to be honest. I don’t know who I am anymore, and I can barely remember who I was. I feel like I’m living in a another person’s life, where everything is changing for the better except me.

So, I work for a couple of fobs at a Japanese restaurant. The boss wanted me to go shopping with her for groceries for the restaurant and for an Ipad 2. We get to Sam’s Club, and she asks me if I have cash so I could pay for everything. First of all, what. the. fuck. Second, what. the. fuck.

If you’re not going to bring your wallet, what’s the point in even going shopping? I’m a college student, what makes you think I have enough money in my bank account for everything you just bought?

I slowly turned around. There was a gun pointed to my face.

I tightened my grip around the machete, with hundreds of thoughts racing through my head. Maybe I could lunge forward and push the machete through their abdomen, or maybe I could aim it at their heads and throw it. No use…no matter what I did, I’d be dead.

“You make one move with that machete, and I’ll splatter that pretty face of yours all over the walls.” a young man yelled at me with rage.

“No need for that Riley, she might not even be a threat” calmy said a man. I tried examining his face, but there were shadows cast upon it from the hat he was wearing. “Who…who are you people?” I faintly stuttered. “That’s none of your concern at the moment young lady. Are there any others in the house?” interrupted the man. “No, it’s just me” I answered, with my head looking at the floor beneath my feet.

Where was Daryl anyways? Did he leave me here stranded? Maybe this was all a setup, or maybe he was coming back? I wanted nothing more than to figure all of this out, and get out of this confusion.

I had to toughen up, no more looking down at my feet, no more stuttering, this is my territory.

“Get that gun out of my fu*king face” I screamed. Riley, rolled his eyes, as a smirk slowly formed across his face. “Or what? You gonna come at me with that pointy knife of yours?” “Damn right I will, I’ll gut you like I’d gut any of those walkers out there. This is my house, and here you two are trying to take things over. Even dogs have the decency to piss on trees first before claiming them as their own.”

“Now miss, no need to get all fired up” the older man said. I swear this man was either delusional, crazy, or just straight up stupid. “I’ll calm down once this as*hole puts the gun down.” The man looked at Riley, and nodded. He lowered down the gun. As I sat down, I made eye contact with both men. “I’m only going to ask once. What are you two doing here?”

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After I put the man to rest, I decided to go out and find the two walkers he was talkin’ about. Before going back up the basement stairs, I ripped the arrow from the man’s head, wiped the bits of brains from it, and scoured the rest of the basement for some useful items.

There were boxes stacked up neatly all around the basement. I ripped open box after box hoping to find some useful tools or weapons. I couldn’t find a thing to help me survive in this world full of bullshit. There must have been ten boxes, each one having nothing close to being practical. As I got to the last one, it was full of papers. I couldn’t help but to look at them. They were drawings done by a child.

It was hard not to think about the family that I didn’t have. It was just me, my dad, and my brother Merle…if you could even consider my dad being drunk off his as* family. While thinking about my so called “family”, I couldn’t help but wonder where my brother was. The last I saw of him was four days ago, and four days in this world could be the rest of your life.

We were searching for supplies in the city when we were swarmed by those bastards. We tried fighting our way through them all, but there were just so many of them. I yelled at my brother that we had no choice but to separate. I can’t say I’m worried about him though, he’s tough as nails if not tougher. The last thing I remember him saying was “You better prove yourself not to be a bitc* little brother. I’ll see you on the other side”.

I left the opened boxes scattered across the basement floor, and climbed the stairs back to the first floor. I saw Nikki tossing and turning on the couch she fell asleep on, clutching the machete I handed her earlier that night. For some reason I felt bad for her, and with little hesitation, picked her up, and carried her to one of the beds upstairs. She needed a good night’s rest if she wanted to be better prepared for what was to come tomorrow.

From what I gathered, if I didn’t deal with these two zombies in the garage sooner or later, they’d turn into a serious problem. I grabbed my crossbow, and stealthily headed towards the garage. You could hear their feet dragging across the cold concrete floor, grumbling and moaning away. I slowly turned the doorknob, and looked through the small opening in the door. The only bit of light in the garage was what the moon was giving me.

That’s when I saw her.

I’ve killed so many walkers for the simple sake of survival just in the past few days, but this time it was different. I had to kill an entire man’s family.

I looked at the little girl and her mother for the last time. Even though they were long gone, you could sense that the bond they once had still vaguely remained. “May God rest upon your souls….and mine” I said as I killed them.

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I’m not really into naming my new “series” zombie apocalypse. Would any of you be interested in giving me name suggestions? If not, then go away.

I didn’t have to open my eyes to feel the atmosphere of morning. I sensed the warm, sunny rays wrap around me. It was almost as if it were a blanket of pure, soul nurturing sunlight.

As I opened my eyes, I found myself in a bed that felt identical to my own. Could this all have been a dream?

I sat up and realized, this wasn’t my home, and the horror I had experienced the night before wasn’t a dream. It was reality. In fact, the world that I had once known, would now only be visible in my dreams. I didn’t want to believe that what was now reality…was a world overrun by evil.

I started to wonder where Daryl was. The house was so quiet that the only thing audible was the complete silence that remained undisturbed.

I wandered down the stairs, he was nowhere to be found. I made my way to the living room, and saw the body of the beast that attacked me laying in it’s own pool of blood.

The walker (as Daryl would say), was wearing a dress shirt and slacks. He looked to be in his early teens, perhaps he was going to church, or maybe private school. Whoever he was, I couldn’t stand to look at him any longer. As I started to move away from the body, the front door flew open. Could it be Daryl? Or was it more walkers, I was too frightened to turn around.

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The flashback:

Throughout this week I had nothing but long days of work. I barely had time to do anything, but that was okay. I had my loving wife and daughter waiting at home for me. To many people, the perfect family didn’t exist. They thought it to be all an urban legend, but to me it was all quite real.

Today, I was going to surprise my wife and daughter by coming home early. Abbie had been watching the news frequently. It was reported that there were rising violent attacks happening at random all over the country, plus an unidentified virus spreading across the nation. It was rumored to be the works of terrorists. I thought this to be just a rise in the flu, and possible gang nonsense. I simply thought that the news was over glamorizing whatever was happening. Either way, this made my wife worried. So worried in fact, that she didn’t want my daughter Charlotte to go to school today. I had told her previously not to worry, that the news she was watching just liked to overdramatize things…I wish I would have listened.

When I had arrived home, the door to my house was wide open. As I approached my front door, there was blood everywhere, and evidence of a struggle. I ran inside, and saw a man that looked so sickly that his flesh was a light shade of green, almost as if it were rotting. His eyes were yellow, intensifying the look of the red veins that were covering the “whites” of his eyes. Not sure of what to do, I ran to find my wife.

There she was, laying on the floor. A big gash on her face, and another on her arm. It was as if someone had bitten chunks of flesh from her face and body. I ran to her, and shook her to try and wake her. She..was gone.

I searched frantically for my daughter, I couldn’t find her anywhere. Then I saw her through the front door that remained open. I cried out, “CHARLOTTE!! My baby, are you okay? Come here, sweetie. Everything’s going to be okay.”That’s when she slowly turned around…

She wasn’t herself. She ran towards me…with a look in her eye that I couldn’t recognize.

I ran back inside, having to face the man that did this to my family. I wasn’t armed, so I didn’t have a clue as to what to do. As he charged at me, I pushed him out of the way. I ran back to my wife, closing the door behind me. I held her and cried, “come back to me, I can’t live without you….” As I hugged her close, I felt her hands tighten around mine. “Baby?” I said with a question in my voice. It wasn’t her, but somebody I couldn’t possibly recognize. She..tried to attack me. The darling wife that I once loved.

Everything after that was a blur.

The only thing I remembered was by some miracle, managing to get my family into the garage and locking them in there. I just couldn’t kill them…

As the daze started to fade away from my mind, I awoke in the dark…the darkness of my basement, and my mind.

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The room was still, and I was in shock. Did I just kill something? I looked down at myself. Blood was on my hands, my clothes, and on my face. I felt numb. I felt no remorse, no fear, no sadness. All I wanted to do was scream. To somehow release everything that was going on in the world out through my vocal chords.

I thought that maybe, if I screamed loud enough, the chaos in the world would shatter and the order that used to be in this world would return.

I looked to the man that had left me there to fend for myself, the look on his face was blank. Not a word was said, and quite honestly, I was glad. In fact, I wasn’t sure what I would say myself. I was too busy becoming lost in my thoughts. All I could think about was this monster. Was this thing a person? Did it have a soul? Or was it simply one of hell’s beasts set free to roam the earth? I wasn’t sure, and I didn’t want to know.

“I’m going to sit for awhile” I said tiredly. “Yeah, take a rest for a bit. I’ll take another look around. Just in case” the mystery man answered.

“Wait, what’s your name?” I called out as he was walking away. “The name’s Daryl, you?” he quietly replied. “Nikki” I said before I drifted off to sleep.
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I didn’t want to make another mistake by missing more walkers, so I scoped out the entire house for a second time. I made sure that I looked everywhere thoroughly, especially since the lack of lights. If I turned any on, the chance of attracting more of those motherfuc*ers would increase. That was a risk I was not willing to take. Before going back upstairs, I noticed a door in the kitchen. It led to the basement.

I slowly pushed open the door, hearing a creaking sound as it opened. It was pitch black downstairs. I had no choice but to turn on the light. The lightbulb was about to die out, such shi* luck. The flickering of the light made me see shadows move across the basement floor. I wasn’t sure if they were mine….or the shadows of somebody else.

I moved cautiously around the room. Everything seemed clear until I heard a sound from the corner of the basement. I drew my crossbow and pointed it at the slumped over figure. As I walked closer I saw that it was a man, he had been wounded.

“You can put that down, I’m not one of those things.” the man said coughing. “Yeah, you ain’t one of those things yet. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t shoot one of my arrows right through that skull of yours?” I told him. “I thought I could live my last moments as a human being in peace. I’ve already lost everything. I lost my daughter, my wife…You telling me that I’m now going to lose the few minutes of my life that I have left?” the man gurgled. “Alright, I’ll let you live, but the moment you turn I’m killing you.” “I must warn you, after I die, you still have my daughter and wife to worry about. I hadn’t the heart to kill them, so they remain locked away in the garage.” the slumped over man warned. “Please, put them out of their miser…” Before he could finish his last words, he passed on, and started to turn.

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