Chapter 1 - Drunk

I remembered the cold snow we used to get in Buffalo, New York. My tank top tight against my dewy skin, and sweat beads running down my nose, I wish I had just a little taste of our cold winters now.

I had been walking completely alone for the past 2 days. Actually, telling you I was completely alone would be a lie, a few walkers had passed in recent hours to say hello. To which I greeted them kindly with a shot in the face.

No longer did I treat these demonic, disgusting, festering creatures with respect and fear. They certainly did not deserve the tears I shed because of their venomous bites, and the time I spent loathing them.

Our group silently drove along the highways, after crossing through Atlanta, bothering nobody. I'm not quite sure what we had in mind, but our goal was to find an ultimate paradise. We could've driven around the world 5 times before anybody stopped us; trying and trying again to find somewhere peaceful, earthly, somewhere our previous society recognized.

As I said, we bothered nobody. We were spies, watching over other groups, foraging the lands when we knew nobody was watching. We were discreet, unattached, rugged, and strong. A VW van- painted in camouflage and often covered in zombie spoils- was all we needed. Sometimes my sister and I would sit on the couch in the back playing music, but on harder days we would take out the windows and shoot the geeks along the road.

We consisted of Laura, and her sister Kate; they were musical, and loved cheering us up, Amelia, Scott; a young couple forever in love, Xenix; a charming nerd known for his freckles, my sister Sarah, and me, Savannah.

Sarah and I prided ourselves on being cunning, sharp, and clever. However we acted solely on instincts, which in turn, led to our downfall.

Someday that now seems long ago, but was only two days ago, we were being careless. We were stoned, drunk out of our minds, along with other things. I don't know the reason, but suddenly we were all so upset, and gobbled down the remaining bottles of Vodka and Lambs.

This is when we bumped into a group also traveling down the highway. And I mean physically bumped (we hit the back of their camper, gave it a bit of a menacing dent). They were stopped anyway, looking like they were going to set up camp off the highway, their men were trekking down a path with bags of artillery. When they heard the crash a man got out of the camper and came towards us, yelling. Some other men stopped, glaring at us with these destructive, vile eyes. I don't remember what the man was saying, but soon enough a bullet broke through the window, and right into Laura. Kate was screaming, Scott was holding Amelia. I ducked below the dashboard and passed a gun to Scott. Scott managed to shoot some of them, before getting shot through the window himself. Men walked up to our doors. My vision was blurry.

"All fucking drunk... stupid teenagers... we might as well take the girls..."

They pulled us out of the car by the hair.

Xenix was shooting like crazy. Xenix was knifed.

Amelia resisted and was shot.

Me and Sarah were pushed to the side, and ran down the hill, tears chasing our feet.

One last gunshot rang out, and Sarah fell. I stopped for what might have been a mili-second, but felt like an eternity, and said my last drunken words to my sister.