It had been one day, since the apocalypse started. I don't think I was doing too well...
My mom...just five hours before...eaten by zombies... Not a...graceful way to go...you know...screaming your throat raw until it...gets bitten out too...
Anyways, all traumatic experiences aside...
I was walking along the tracks in the metro, shining my flashlight ahead of me. My metal softball bat hung low by my right ankle, my hand still clenched tightly around the handle. I felt like my whole arm was primed to swing at anything that moved towards me, human, animal, corpse...
Oh, did I fail to mention? The corpses moved as well...unless they had their heads pre-smashed...which was not fun having to do in the least. No...it was more than fun, it was amazing. Everytime I swung up my bat, I felt like I was helping my mother rest in peace...as she rested in pieces...
I was nearing a stopped train on the tracks and I heard groaning nearby. I froze and spun around in a slight panic. 'There's no way one of them snuck up on me right?', I thought to myself as I stopped.
Then I smiled reluctantly and chuckled to myself without a hint of emotion and nodded, "Right...I've been running away for a while now...almost forgot..." I looked ahead of me to see the horse of zombies I'd been fleeing from ever since they trapped me in that tunnel, come around the bend. I looked to the train behind me, my eyes blurred as tears began to spill.
Don't feel sorry for me though. Yeah, I was trapped. Yeah, I was scared. Yeah, I didn't want to die...
Tough...
I was cornered, there was no way out. No miracle or person there to save me. So I brought out out the handgun in my pocket as the horde drew nearer. It had belonged to my dad and he wasn't at home when all of the shit went down so...
Long story short, I climbed to the top of the train and looked around. I smiled and put the gun away. Yes, I wasn't quite suicidal yet...getting close, but not really there.
It looked like I could walk for a bit a way down the tunnel, then the ceiling dropped. I would have to try and crawl to get further down the tracks. I sighed and wiped my eyes of tears as I brought a pen and sticky note out of my back pocket.
After writing down my note and placing it on the back of the train where the dead could not reach and knock it down, I started making my way down the train, hoping someone who knew me would find the note. I hoped that by leaving notes everywhere with my name, the remainder of my family would be able to eventually find me.
"Talia Faifth Salam, Day 1. Mom is dead...but I'm still here. I intend to keep it that way. If you come across anyone with the last name Salam, please inform them of my well being, but...leave this note here. It's the quickest way to spread my search for them, so please... I wish you the best of luck."
I looked back for a second before running forward into the dark with my flashlight and bat by my side. Hell, Heaven. I didn't care. I would find my family and protect them if it was the last thing I did.
Hope you enjoyed the shortest update I have ever done...
Unlike the last version, I like the dark atmosphere this one holds a lot better.
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