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I'm still...still short...
Sighing, threw the ruler down, and flopped onto my quilted covers on my bed. 5"4, and I'm fifteen. Life is depressing when your only five feet and four inches away from the ground.
Today was especially cold, for some reason. I know, I know, this is Canada, but it's not all snow, polar bears, and neighbours-across-the-glacier type deal here. It only snows in winter and late fall, like how you would expect. The only polar bears and other arctic animals like such is northern Quebec, and the territories.
But today, we're going to Georgia!
" Alkira! Are you packed?!" I hear my mother call from the kitchen.
My socked feet touch the ground, and shiver, as I stand to grab my suitcase from the closet.
"Yes mom!" I call back.
"Get your coat, and lets go!"
I can't wait to get to Georgia, even if it's in the U.S..
I rush out my bedroom, grabbing my coat from the hook, and run downstairs, my suitcase clunking behind me.
I get downstairs, and see my mom, all ready and waiting. I slip on my boots, and out the door we go, locking it behind us.
"I wonder how grandma and grandpa are," I say, throwing my suitcase in the back of the van.
"We'll have to see when we get there." My mother eyes me over. "Did you pack summer clothes? It's not Canada there."
I scowl. "You sound like a stupid American."
"And you sound like an up-tight English noble." She replied. I slid in the back, clicked my seatbelt on, and we drove away.
I didn't exactly have a hate-on for Americans, it's just that some are ignorant. Don't get me wrong, some are intelligent and know what they're talking about, but it burns me when I hear two American's, saying us Canadian's should just go back to our igloos. I'm very proud to be Canadian, heck, I'm proud that I'm half Native. All the more Canadian with our maple syrup, eh?
By the time we crossed the boarder into the States, I had already picked out a summer outfit, and threw it on in the back. Low-rise, light blue jeans, and a white halter top, exposing my stomach. I've always been self-conscious about my weight...
Georgia felt like a life time away. Most of the time I usually twirled my dark brown hair around my fingers. Y'know, in Canada you can get a really nice tan there. I'm a bit tan myself.
As we drove down interstates and highways, all I could see was cars. One car, two car, red car, blue car. Cars, cars, cars!... A funny word if you think about it.
But as we drove, I only looked for one thing. A sign. Specifically a green sign that said 'Georgia'.
I rested my head against my suitcase, waiting...and waiting... My eyelids felt heavy, and everything was black.
I jolted to the sound of my mom's shrill voice, waking me. I looked around frantically, realizing, we stopped. I looked out the windows, we were in a gas station.
"We're here. I'm just picking up drinks and snacks. What do you want?" She asked me. I rubbed my forehead.
"A monster." I answered.
"After a nap like that, you want an energy drink?... Fine."
Wow, she really put up a fight. Mom entered the store, and I waited...and waited...and waited.
By the time I checked the clock, almost an hour went by. The doors were locked, and we were parked at the back of the store. I couldn't see anything.
I unlocked the door from the inside, and got out, sliding the door shut. I walked around front, and saw no one. Cars littered the road, but no people.
"Mom?" I call.
No answer. I run into the store. As soon as I did, I stopped, and gasped. People were everywhere, dead! Their skin a sickly blue colour, eyes as if they were getting baked, and they didn't move. I took cautious steps forward to the till. A man was slumped over the counter. I closer examined him. It looked as if a wild animal was attacking him and eating his flesh. Are there coyotes here?
I got closer and closer to the body, my hand so close to touching him.
He jolted up, clawing and jaws snapping at me. I jumped back, screaming. Something's terribly wrong. He tried to...bite me? I look back, as most of the 'dead' bodies slowly get up, and stumble after me.
I ran to the van, climbing in, locking the doors after me. I panted heavily, searching for the keys. Mom always leaves the keys with me, always. I searched the glove compartment. There were the keys.
Something slammed against the window of the van, causing me to scream. It was...and undead person, trying to break in. I fumbled with the keys, panting heavily, but finally got the into the key slot. I turned the keys, and the wheeled machined whirred to life.
"Okay...okay... Just how mom does it..." I panted to myself, throwing the shift in reverse. I looked behind me, slowly pressing the gas. I back up roughly, threw the van into drive, and sped off.
"This is not happening... This is NOT happening!" I said to myself, scarred. I have no clue where I even was. Cars, and now, undead people were roaming the streets! How?!
I heard a spine-shivering crunch, as if I ran someone over. As soon as I heard it, I heard a scream afterwards. I looked back, my crystal blue eyes filled with tears.
"Ohmigod, I just-" CRASH!
Bits of metal and rocks fell from a top me. I split my head from the steering wheel open on impact, everything turning blurry. The drivers door clicked open, and I stuck my foot out, feeling for a place to land.
I fell hard onto the concrete, banging me up even more. I shakily stood, sliding the van door open. My clothes were still there, but what was different, was that the back was filled with food. Did...did mom do this?
I looked at the building I crashed into. It was a pharmacy. Was I still even in Georgia?
The door was locked up tight, but I still needed to try. After all, I can hear the snarls of dead people just behind me.
I banged on the cage, hoping to get whoever was inside's attention.
"Please...! Open! My car crashed!" I yelled, drawing attention. "I have food, and clothes! You can have them if you just let me in! Please hurry, my... My head is split open!" I was almost sobbing. "Please, I think I'm..."
I stopped talking, and fell to my knees in front of the caged door. It was probably the lack of blood, but, I felt as though I almost didn't care anymore. I tasted something of copper, and blood dripped out of my mouth. I looked up, and the doors open, it was a black man.
"Jesus, are you okay?!" He asked.
"Food, in van, take it, let me in." I slurred. A chill Asian looking guy come after him, and unlocked the gate.
"I'll get the food. You get 'her'," me. "inside. Carley, come hold off these walkers while I gather what I can!"
A brunette woman came out, hold a hand gun, firing at those things the Asian guy called 'Walkers'. Funny...
I collapsed. Everything was silent and dark for a long time.
Images blurred, and noises of people were so high frequency, it felt like my ears were going to bleed. I regained my voice, but my vision and hearing were quite off. I must have been stunned.
"Where?" I slowly ask, wincing, trying to keep the headache down.
"Georgia, Macon." I heard someone say. It sounded like that black guy from before.
"I'm far from home..." I mumble. I haven't a clue what I was on, but I could feel I was lying down, too weak to move.
"Where do you live?"
"C-Canada..." I weakly said.
"Yeah, that is far away." He sadly mumbled.
"Did she say she was from Canada? How are things up there?" I hear a guy with a country accent. Not modern, almost redneck.
"Kenny, don't rush her. She was in a very serious accident not long ago. Give her time." I hear a woman with an exotic accent say. I feel something touch my forehead, closing up my wound. I see tips of fingers, and a woman's face. She looked tired, she was shoulder-length hair, and she looked about her thirties, maybe forties. Her hair was messy.
"Thank you, miss." I say weakly. She looked surprise.
"You can see me? I thought that crash paralysed you." She said.
"Lee, is she gonna be okay?" I hear the voice of a little girl whimper.
"Just fine, sweet pea." The man from before says. I start to stir, and sit up.
"Please, lay back down." The woman said. I waved her off with my hand.
"A...Allée, Americana." I mumbled to her, meaning to go away. I hop down from the counter, all eyes on me. "Who...?"
"I'm Lee." The black man said. Lee...
"I-I'm Clementine." A little girl runs up to me. I bent down.
"How old are you?"
"I'm Eight." She smiled. She had a ball cap, wild brown mop of hair, and a dress with leggings. I rubbed her head.
"Heuit ans." I say. She gave me a weird look.
"What?" Clementine asked. I frowned.
"You don't speak French?" I asked, rather disappointed. She shook her head.
"Oh... Not even Cree?" Same answer. "I'll have to stick to English then." I looked at Lee. "Your daughter is cute."
A frown crossed Lee's face. "She's uh...not my daughter..." He mumbled, scratching his head. What?
Rather then being nosey, I just nodded.
"What happened?" I ask.
"You crashed your car into a building. Don't you remember?" The Asian guy piped up from looking through the boarded up windows. "I'm Glenn."
"Driving? I'm only fifteen. I had the strangest dream... Dead people were chasing me..." I hazily said, looking around. "Who are the rest of you?"
"Carley." Said the brunette woman.
"Kenny." Said the man with slicked back greasy hair in his ball cap.
"I am Katjaa." The woman who fixed me up said. "And this is Ken jr. Or, Duck."
She gestured to a ten year old boy. I looked over by the pharmacy area, and saw a woman and an older man. He was on the ground, she was was assisting him.
"That's Lilly and Larry." I heard Kenny say behind me.
"I'm Doug." A geeky looking guy said, who kept watch. I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder.
"You might wanna take a seat for this," started Kenny. "cuz' that dream of yours, wasn't a dream."
What? But...mom?
"Mom...?" My voice broke. "M-My mom? She's-she left into a store, but never came back..." I started. Kenny looked away.
"She's probably one of them now..."
I slowly shook my head. One of them? How? That's NOT possible. She wasn't dead!
"No way! She isn't, she wasn't dead. You need to be dead to be one if those..." I just couldn't find the word.
"Walkers." Glenn corrected me. I nodded.
"Yeah, that, walkers. She was alive. I don't see how-"
"Idiot!" Kenny yelled above me. I immediately stopped talking, as did everyone else, and looked at him. "You don't need to be dead,"
I felt a lump swell up in my throat, and my stomach churn. The stinging from keeping my eyes open, only made the tears flow out more.
"to be a walker. It's the bite that gets 'ya. If your bit, you only have minutes before you turn. Whatever is left of you by then, comes back, eating people." Kenny finished, fists clenched, teeth grinding against teeth in my ignorance.
I still denied it. "No! M-Maybe she ran in time? Yeah, yeah, s-she ran!" My mind ultimately made of a fake reality for me to take ease to, to hope for. My voice shook from the shock of thousands of undead horror movies becoming my life.
"Maybe," Kenny said. "we all gotta hold onto hope. Your mom might not be dead, and still out there. We all just..." Kenny trailed off.
By this point, I'm on my knees, my legs refusing to hold me up any longer, due to my knees quivering. That little girl...Clementine...I don't know how she looks so calm. Was she an orphan to start with? Mentally ill? Given fake hope long ago as well?
I looked into Kenny's eyes, as he refused to meet anyone else's, and just started at his feet. He slowly looked back to his wife and son, then turned to face me, eyes cold and hard.
"Gotta hope." He finally answered. My vision blurred from the tears in my eyes.
"Lee, are the pills coming?" The woman named 'Lilly' called to Lee. Lee nodded.
"Yeah, on it. We just need to find keys." Lee said, then looked at me. "What's your name?"
"I... I'm Alkira. Just call me Kira or sky, it's shorter." I say.
"Sky?" Clementine peeped up, slowly warming up to me.
"Alkira means 'sky' in my first language."
"Is that French?" She asked, resulting in my head shaking.
"It's Native."
"Holy cow, an Indian! Never met one before!" Kenny exclaimed. Stood quickly, pointing at him.
"Hey, I take offence to that! Indians and Natives are different. And I'm only half." I exclaimed.
"Cool it, Kenny. Kira just lost her mom, lets not be racist." Lee said. Kenny rubbed his head.
"Sorry, I'm from Florida. Weird shit is always coming outta my mouth. Don't think me rude," Kenny said.
"It's okay." I said calmly.
"Kira," I hear Clem say again. I look down to her. "I lost my parents too. I'm gonna find them!" Clem smiled.
"Oh, my dad died years ago. I only have a mom." I say. I look at everyone. Looks like I'm crashing with these folks for a while...