Do you ever wish that you were trying to survive in an apocalypse? Like, "oh, that would be kind of fun! Like one of those T.V. shows or comic books, where the main character doesn't die." Yeah? Screw you. Here, take my place. You don't know how hard it is to survive in a world like this. You're alone in a city, a state, a world, filled with brain-dead, flesh-eating… things. The only thing I have to protect my ass is a screwdriver I found on the ground about a mile back. Do you really think that it's going to save me from two of those things, let alone five? Ten? Thousands? Millions? There are probably at least millions out there. So, let me ask you again. Do you ever wish that you were trying to survive in an apocalypse?
Because it's not fun.
The point of the screwdriver pierced the forehead of the corpse in front of me. It fell to the ground and dropped the keys in its hand. I sighed. How do you get used to killing people? How do you just forget about it? But they're not people anymore, they're corpses. The people they used to be are gone. The keys were small and attached to a chain. I picked them up and tried to fit them into the lock on the door of the house that the corpse probably used to live in. The lock clicked and I turned the handle. The door swung open without effort.
"Would you look at that," I muttered under my breath. I searched the whole house up and down. Left and right… you get the idea. There was only one room I hadn't searched yet. I stepped in slowly just in case there was a corpse in the room. I scanned the room and gasped as soon as I saw it. No corpse. Just a small recurve bow with a quiver of ten arrows lying next to it. "You gotta be fucking kidding me!" I laughed quietly and picked the quiver up.
Okay, maybe trying to survive in an apocalypse isn't THAT bad.
There was a small pocket which I dropped the screwdriver in. Might come in handy sometime, you never know. I picked up the bow. It was black, which was perfect. Imagine freaking walking around with a fluorescent orange one. You're basically ringing a dinner bell. "Corpses! I'm food! Come eat me!" From what I've seen, it seems like they can tell blacks, grays, and browns from orange. There were small wooden crates in the room that I searched, but all I found was a granola bar and a couple of pennies. Another crate was in the corner of the room, and I walked over to open it.
Right now, though, I'm going to tell you a quick story. Once upon a time, there was a girl who went into a room and didn't close the freaking door.
The End! ~
I heard a creak behind me and turned around to see what it was. Thank god it wasn't a corpse, but it might as well be. Same thing, I'd just end up dead either way. A man holding a crossbow was aiming at my forehead.
"Drop the bow."
My body felt frozen and my feet were super glued to the ground.
"I said, drop the bow."
I set the bow down carefully near my feet.
"The quiver too."
My fingers felt numb, but they slipped the quiver off my shoulder and set it down, amazingly.
"What's your name?" The man asked. His voice was rough but strong.
Delaynie.
"Layne." Alright, I've always wanted a nickname because I hated Delaynie and… it's a zombie apocalypse, okay? The world, my friend, has ended. No one gives a fuck if I change my name a little.
"Daryl."
"Okay. Can you just… lower that now?"
"Oh, yeah." He lowered his crossbow.
The two of us stood awkwardly in the room for a couple of minutes. A corpse limped into the room all of a sudden. "Daryl, behind you!" I barely knew the guy, but we were both trying to survive, and I wasn't just gonna let him die. He whipped around, and shot an arrow right though the corpse's skull as if it was no big deal. Like it was an everyday thing:
"Hey, honey, I'm going out to shoot some corpses."
"Okay, don't be too long."
"Oh, man…" I sighed. He just scoffed as if I was joking.
"Ain't you a princess. You never seen one killed like that before?"
"Yeah, I have, I just haven't gotten used to it."
"Well, now's the time to, because the world has ended, princess. Either get used to it or die. Your choice."
He walked out of the room and whistled. "You comin' or not, princess?"
I picked up my bow and quiver and followed behind him.
"My name is Layne."
"Whatever."
~10 arrows remaining~
Short one again, hahaha. Sorry (-~-) I don't think I'm going to continue "Scars," I'll just wrap it up soon. Thanks for reading! 3
This is probably the only A/N you'll see in this fanfiction.