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It had finally happened, the zombie apocalypse. Apparently all of those people who said that the zombie apocalypse would happen and that we needed to prepare were right. Unfortunately, I was not one of those people. I did, however, know how to use a bow and arrow. It was the only thing my useless father made sure I knew how to do. He said it would be odd if the Deputy's daughter didn't know how to protect herself.

Kind of ironic when the only thing I needed to protect myself from until now was him. He had married the ' love of his life' 5 years before I was born. They tried for those 5 years to have a child. They were ecstatic when they finally had a child on the way, me. The happy story ended when my mom went into labor with me. Something went horribly wrong and she died. My father went into a depression and blamed me for her death, which it was my fault.

He threw himself into his work and became the sheriff's deputy. He spent as much time away from me as he possibly could ; he hired nannies and maids to take care of me.

He began spending more time with me as I grew older. I was told stories of my mother and how happy they were together. I understood that my mother's death had hit him hard and he needed a little time alone. I was glad that he was trying to make up for all the times he wasn't there when I needed him. He regained my trust and love a little at a time and then all at once.

It was when I turned 7 that he became abusive towards me, which broke my heart. He said that I was old enough now to understand why he was angry with me and therefore, I was old enough to be punished. It started off with mainly verbal abuse with a slap or two in the mix. He told me that I should have died in that hospital room instead of my mother and that I was the biggest mistake of his life.

When I was 8 years old he became extremely abusive. He carved words into my skin, memories of the things he said I was forever embedded in my skin. He also used whips and anything else he could get his hands on, which was a lot considering he worked in King County's Sheriff's Department.

I am now 22 years old and still living under his f***ing conditions. He never let me apply for college so I was stuck with him. None of his friends knew I existed because he told them that I had died alongside my mother.

Now that the apocalypse had began I was finally free, but had nowhere to go. I couldn't believe I was about to do this but I had to go back to my father. Maybe an apocalypse would change his mind about me. Then again. Maybe I was an idiot that likes to set myself up for disappointment. I guess I'll find out soon enough.

I got a backpack and duffel bag out of my room. I had put them in my closet in case I ever got the chance to escape from this hell hole. I packed the backpack full of my clothes, shoes, blankets, a few books, a hair brush, my bag of 'Daisy' razors and other toiletries. I filled the duffel bag with water bottles, food, a few pictures, knives, camping equipment and such. As soon as those bags were full I threw them into the back of my blue 2006 Ford F-150 Super-crew cab truck, which was in my garage.

one good thing about my dad was he always had several full jugs of gasoline in the garage as well as an empty one. I put those in the back seat of my truck and then went back inside the house. I got one last bag, a big backpack that had the ability to hold a lot of camping equipment inside it. I put paper, pens, pencils and erasers inside it in case I find a group that has children that still need to be fully educated. I put glue, paint, tissues, stapler, a small dictionary, an official SAT study guide and other educational items.

My childish side came out as I grabbed my Iphone which, thankfully, had a solar powered case so it could charge without electricity. I went back upstairs as I got my bows, quivers and arrows. The first bow I grabbed was my Bear Archery Rumor Compound Bow for ladies. It took me 4 years to earn enough money for it, I am glad I have it now. I got the arrows I got with it, they were the Gold Tip Pro Hunter Arrows. I put them in my NEET Target Quiver.

The other two bows were less expensive. I have a traditional styled one called the " Fred Bear Grizzly Re-curve Bow" and a crossbow called "Barnett Jackal Crossbow" I got it with a crossbow sling.

As I put the crossbow and traditional bow in the bag I heard a bang on the door. I got an arrow ready and quietly crept down the stairs. I looked through the peep hole and was met by my father. I opened the door, quickly shutting and locking it behind him. He quickly began packing random items, not even noticing the missing items that were now in my bags.

When he finished packing I finally asked him

"Dad, where are we goin' to go?" He looked up at me as he walked towards the door.

"We aren't goin' anywhere. I don' care where you go, but I have people to take care of, people that are more importan' than you will ever be." he opened the door and walked out on me.

Well, I found my answer, I was a complete idiot.

Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I don't know if I should continue this story so give me your opinion on if I should or not. You will see some of the characters from "The Walking Dead" next chapter. If this chapter goes well I will post every sunday just like the television show.