Doomed

by Megan Mismatch

There was a new world order, living in a time such as this was turning out to be more complicated than we had ever thought. With walkers around every turn and a dictator trying to enslave the living, who can manage to keep going without something to hold onto? I always believed my brother would be all I had left to live for, until the burned forest. Until I met the saviour...Dwight

1. Prologue

Prologue

It felt like the end of the world had come around a second time, first the walkers and now...this. How could things get any worse, right? Oh, but they could. I was slowly beginning to realize that with every breath I took. This was the end, the end of everything my group had been fighting for since the beginning of all this. I just wanted it all to stop, for time to stand still.

For the first time in my life I was actually scared. Scared for all the people that I cared for, scared for the home we had built together, and scared for myself. We were going to lose everything and it was all because of... I couldn't pretend to be strong anymore, I felt completely broken. I knew what I had to do, that I had to survive.

That's what it'd been about since the outbreak after all, survival. Whether it be surviving the living or surviving the dead. At first it was the dead we were all worried about, we assumed that all the living would be rallying together like some band of heroes to fight the dead. In the end the living didn't change the way we'd hoped, there were still bad people left in the world. People that stole, people that killed, and that was just the start of the list.

Since the end of the world had come, people had gotten worse than they ever were. Or maybe that was just me trying to pretend the world had once been a great place. I wasn't ignorant, I knew how the world worked back before the shit hit the fan and it was just the same as ever. Except for the fact that there were walkers at our heels, trying to devour any living thing left. Now that was something I'd never expected but here we were, living in a world with dead things walking around.

I had tried to blind myself to these things, I had tried to pretend that in the end everything would be okay and we'd all survive. Sure, the dead may have wound up sticking around for 10, maybe 20, maybe 50 years but we'd make it. And we'd all be together, we wouldn't lose anyone else. We were a family and nothing would threaten the bond we had.

But...I was wrong.

I was dead wrong.