The smell hit me first, the smell of rotting corpses and blood. It was disgusting and overpowering but I brought my rifle gun and machete forwards as I ventured into the corpse ridden woods. Although the smell was obvious I didn't meet any walkers until the very edge of the forest but it was only one, a small child with what seemed to of been blonde hair although it was now very knotty and tangled and greasy. The petite walker slowly turned around which is when I noticed it was a little girl, she almost had a look of fear on her face, a look I'd given most of my childhood. I looked at her and saw her start to stumble slowly toward me as I brought up my machete; I took a deep breath and raised it. I didn't want to kill a little girl, a little girl who resembled me so much had she not been a walker so I dropped it, not to the ground but a lowered it quite a lot. I watched the little girl and saw that she had a limp in her step which was certainly helping in slowing her down, she only looked about 5 or so and it made me shed a small tear, thinking that even a little girl could turn into one of those flesh craving monsters. "I'm sorry you turned out like this" I whispered to the small girl before dodging round her and running for it. I ran through the tree's and along the brown crispy, leaf ridden ground until I came out the opposite end to the sunlight, the glorious sunlight, it seemed like it had been years since I saw the sun but I knew it had only been a couple of days since it was last out. I sighed a little but smiled at the heat radiating off the star in the sky before I ran across the pavement and road, running into a large house that was on the corner of two connecting roads. I slowly shut the door and slid down the other side, this was the only peace and quiet I'd had in about 2 weeks since all I seemed to be doing was going out on runs then sleeping at the house, it only dawned on me then that I didn't even know how old I was any more, I'd been 16 before the apocalypse started and that was over a year ago now so maybe I was 17 already. I then proceeded to think of my brother's, where were they? Did they still think of me? I stopped after that as I started to cry, of course I knew where my brothers were…Dead. Of course they were dead, how could they not be? As strong as they were, not everyone was going to survive this apocalypse. I sat on the floor for what seemed like forever but I knew it had only been a few minutes maybe 5 or 10 so I pulled myself up and went into the kitchen. Walking over to the boarded up windows I heard moans from outside and peered through the crack to see one lone walker outside, it hadn't been there this morning so it confused me how it got into the back yard…it was fenced off. I discarded the walker and grabbed a can of food out of the cupboard, I sighed and sat down at the table starting to eat the cold food…I didn't even know what it was I was pretty much numb to the taste of food now, I'd eat anything if I was hungry and I've always been like it even when I was small. As soon as the last bit of food entered my lips, I put the can into the sink and went upstairs with my rifle and machete in hand. I walked into the bedroom I'd taken over and put a chair under the handle like every night before checking in the bag that I had enough food to keep me going if I had to run. I fell onto the mattress I used as a bed and fell asleep the second my head hit the pillow.
"Piggy, come here now" my father shouted from downstairs, that's what he always called me. Piggy. Never my first name, never ever did he call me by my first name apparently it was too much of a boy's name for a 'pretty little girl like me' that's what my dad always said. I was forced into wearing dresses and skirts, frilly little shoes and t-shirts when all I ever wanted to wear was jeans, I just wanted to go outside and run around not locked in my bedroom colouring like 'pretty little girls should' Of course I exited my room quickly and walked down the stairs at my father's commands, I knew if I didn't he'd hurt me even more. As a small girl of 12, I walked into the living room to see my dad lying back on the sofa with a can of beer in his hand, I was quite fat for my age since I comfort ate a lot. "Here" my dad barked in my face and I curtly stood in front of him where he quickly but harshly slapped me round the face for no reason at all "That's for being so fat" he spat in my face causing me to cry even more than I already was. Neither of my brothers were there, they never were any more. They were both old enough to live on their own and they'd done so, leaving me alone with our father.
I soon jolted up from my dream, I was panting and sweating. I hadn't dreamt of my father in a very long time so I was surprised I had done so now, the dream kept repeating again and again in my head, the smirk on my dad's face when he saw me crying, the sound of his hand against my cheek, it didn't stop. I didn't even hear the moaning and groaning from outside until I heard a bang on the other side of the door. "Shit" I muttered and got up from the mattress, pushing back the blanket that as strewn over my now petite body. I walked over to the door and pressed my ear against it, I could hear the low grumbles and moans of walkers, I could hear scratching against the door in their attempts to get inside to where I was. Of course, I was prepared for this happening. I grabbed the bag I had of food along with my rifle gun and machete; I went over to the boarded window in the bedroom and pulled as hard as I could on the wood not even caring about the pain it was causing me. I looked out through the glass into the back garden to see that it was weirdly walker free; obviously they'd all gone to the front of the house. Then I realised…I hadn't locked the front door before going to bed, that was how the walkers got in because of my stupidity. I looked back at the door and the walkers were pretty much almost inside so I quickly threw open the bedroom window and sat on the ledge, I chucked down my gun and machete wincing at the sound they made when they hit the floor before putting the bag on my back and jumping. I landed on my side and felt a sharp pain rip through my ankle and up my leg; I stifled a shout of pain and looked down to see my ankle had gone a sort of dark purple colour. I winced at the pain and pushed myself up off the ground, I quickly grabbed my bag and weapons before starting to walk through the garden ignoring all the pain I was going through. Once I had managed to climb over the fence I started to run, the pain was getting severally worse of course but I needed to get away from all the walkers, I just kept running ignoring the shoots of pain going from my ankle through my body. It felt like I'd been running for days but I soon stopped to take a breath and eat something, I walked the rest of the way through a forest luckily not meeting any walkers until I got to the edge. My mouth practically fell open when I saw a prison before me, there were walkers almost gathered around the fence obviously trying to get inside the fence. Why would they be trying to get in? Were there people in there? That's when I saw inside the fence, there was fencing inside the fence with animals inside. There were people inside? I hoped so any way.