As I approached the abandoned building that used to be Palos Verdes High School, I shivered. And not because of the chilly breeze in the air.
Tonight I was trembling because I was reliving memories that seemed so distant. Our lives had been incredibly conventional just a few months ago. I remember being a normal teenage girl in high school – when my only worries were superficial and petty. My biggest concerns were other people's perception of me and issues with my love life. Yet, the "carefrontation" letter was in my review-mirror now, that girl was forever gone. In fact, I couldn't care less about Matty McKibben and if he was even still alive. The only relationship I was trying to define was one with survival. Even if there were still electricity and I could blog again, I'm not sure that I would. Who still cared about my "suicide attempt"? Not me. Not anyone else either.
There were much more serious things to worry about now… Like fighting for your life and staying alive.
When news about a man-made virus that was being tested on animals reached the ears of a group of radical animal rights activist, those damn liberals just had to do something. What did they do? They broke into the laboratory and released the infected animals. That's when society was pushed to the point of collapse. The virus started infecting people and changing them. The infected couldn't speak. Their skin would turn pale and start decomposing. Unfortunately, the infected weren't of the entertaining variety that'd you'd see dancing beside Michael Jackson in a Thriller video. They wanted to attack and eat human flesh.
Teenage boys across the world rejoiced. Gamers were finally given their much desired zombie apocalypse. But the initial excitement eventually faded. The world is filled with danger and the remains of humanity are wallowing in suicides, anarchy, you name it. Because the only people that were still alive, were people willing to do anything to survive.
Now, I bet you're wondering how I survived. Darwinism, duh - survival of the fittest. But in all seriousness, there is one reason I have stayed alive this long. Fuck everyone, everything, and run. That was my rule. That's why I survived. My parents were long gone, they were among some of the first people in Palos Verdes to be infected. I hadn't seen Tamara, Ming, Jake, or Matty since the outbreak. Sometimes I wondered what happened to them. I was alive, but I was alone.
My new relationship status: Searching for a Zombie Apocalypse Survival Partner. My optimism will be the death of me - seriously. I am Jenna Hamilton.
A/N: I love love love Awkward, and this is my first Awkward fanfiction. I hope you guys love the story I'm trying to write! I think it's a pretty interesting plot to run with & I seriously hope you enjoy it. Please, please, please look at the review box below, type in your opinions, & click post. Also be sure to favorite + follow my story if you enjoyed it. What do you guys wanna see happen to Jenna in post apocalyptic Palos Verdes? You can also follow + favorite me as an author by visiting my profile. Feel free to PM if you'd like. Review below, follow, favorite - Please! Thank you!