Lately, I have been wandering… Nothing keeps me in one place for very long. Maybe it is because of the missing piece of me that I was born without… There was never anything here anyway. I looked at the ruined house and tried to decide what was strewn all over the floor... Blood or dirt… who cared anymore. Blood was in the dirt, giving it a darker brownish tone. The wind howled outside carrying the sounds of the dead to my ears. It could also be that I can't stay anywhere for long because of the zombies that hunted my flesh. My beating heart. Picking up my empty pack, I began to search the cupboards. Nothing… Just like the last place. This neighborhood had been wiped clean by somebody. It had to be the group that I was following in the beginning. They must still be on the same path as I was. Leaving the house I saw them, the stumbling, moaning creatures who were once as human as myself. Countless wounds all over their bodies and dried blood and bile covered what remained of clothes they once wore. Business men, Mothers, Fathers, children… No one was safe from this infection that ran through their cold veins. Some moved faster than others, but they were still clumsy and found it hard to maneuver around objects that lay in their paths. Chuckling at them as I turned around, I didn't notice the one behind me. It snarled as it fell on top of me. I yelled and struggled to free myself as it snapped it jaws toward my face. One bite and I would be done for. I cried out for help even though I knew that no one would hear me. Holding the beast off for a while longer I could hear the others coming. Their hungry growls sent a chill down my spine as I let the one on top of me go. I closed my eyes waiting for the pain that would come with being ripped apart by broken teeth and dirty hands…
After a minute of feeling nothing I decided to open my eyes. There was a man standing over me with a machete. "Are you okay," He asked standing in defense. "Yeah," I said standing up quickly and shaking off. Looking around I noticed three more people taking out more of the dead. The man grabbed my arm and pulled me down the street quickly. Our brisk walk turned into a jog as he stopped pulling me. We came to a small house. Entering the house one of his comrades slammed the door and bolted it shut. Looking around, I saw others in the house. Some injured and others tending to the wounds. The kitchen could be seen from the front door. It was stocked full of food. These were the people… the group I had been following since the beginning. A smile found its way to my lips as a gun was pointed at my head. "Who are you," The man asked; same one who had just saved me. I froze and glanced around, "I… I'm sorry," My voice was shaky, "My name is Miranda, and I am unarmed and have no resources in my pack." I raised my hands as the man began to frisk me as a secondary precaution. After quickly checking all my pockets he nodded to everybody as he put his gun away. "Sorry about that," He said, "You understand how the world is now that it was necessary." I nodded and he invited me further in where I could see everyone. He offered me a seat and one of the women brought me a bottle of water which I chugged in less than a minute. I had not had anything in almost two days. The man sat down across from me and smiled, "Now you can tell me why you have been following us."