Ivy was walking on the street of an old abandoned town. She didn't know its name, nor did she care. Names don't matter anymore, the only thing that matters is life and death and everything in between. In her right hand she carried her baseball bat. It was covered in guts and blood from all the undead and alive she had messy,blond hair hung loose on the sides of her face. She looked like a mess and that was exactly how she felt. She had taken so many innocent lives ever since the world turned into the shit-hole it is today. One innocent life stood out the most. It haunted her, tortured her. She still sees the young boy's face whenever she closes her eyes. They way his eyes sudden widened and his jaw dropped, she'll never forget. Ever.
She walked from one town into another. It was Indianapolis. She had heard of it once before. It wasn't a big city so she wasn't expecting a lot of walkers. Her legs felt heavy, like they were unproportionally heavy compared to the rest of her body. Every step she took, it felt like her bones were replaced with glass.Painfull. However, she had gotten used to it over the past few months or weeks.
She didn't know how long it had been since the apocalypse started, but it felt like a year.
Her eyelids, they were heavy too. She stopped in her tracks and listened... nothing. She decided she could close them for a second. She saw the young boys face again. You could see the horror in his eyes as he looked at his hands which were covered in blood. His own blood.
She heared groaning and quickly opened her eyes. She didn't know how long she had stood there, but it was enough for an entire herd to come into hearing-range. Without giving it a second thought, she sprinted into the nearest alley. She was heavily panting from just that short bit of running and leaned with her back against the wall as she was trying to catch her breath.
Being an asthmatic is no fun in the apocalypse.
She had almost caught her breath when a walker suddenly lurked around the corner. She tightend her grip on the bat. She got a good look at the walker. It was a young boy, no older then ten. He was wearing a bright yellow shirt and a matching cap.
Yellow... That was his favourite colour...
She raised her bat and swung it at the walker's head. She didn't stop bashing his skull untill she saw more walkers coming. She took a few steps back untill she was backed up against a fence. She looked around for another exit, but saw none. So she had to fight them off.
She tried to estimate how many walkers there were. Five ,maybe seven. She started panicking. What if she could fight all of them off.
She bashed one skull, two skulls... She started hyperventilating.
Three skulls, four skulls... Her legs became even heavier then they already were.
Five skulls, six skulls... She started feeling dizzy.
Skull number seven... Finally, no more.
She collapsed onto the ground. She didn't want to fight anymore, she couldn't fight anymore. Fighting walkers off everyday, but what for? Just so she could see all innocent faces of those she's killed when she tried to get some sleep? So she could spend the next day doing exactly the same thing? So she could spend everyday alone besides the undead and her own thoughts?
Maybe she should just give up. Everyday she was hoping for things to get better, for someone to find a cure. But it never happened and everyday there were just more and more walkers and less people. It just felt like an endless battle. It felt like there was never going to be an end. This was the world now. A world dominated by walkers. The world was their's now, they owned it. There was no use fighting them.
Her eyelids were heavy, she couldn't hold them open anymore. Ivy had been walking for a day without a break. She started feeling the pain in her body again after adrenaline numbed it. Everything hurt, her legs, her arms... Everything. She opened her eyes one last time before falling into a deep slumber. She could have sworn she saw someone human, but that didn't matter anymore now.
Because she quit.
She quit fighting against everything, because the only thing that matters now, is trying to stay alive. But what if there's nothing to stay alive for?