Sophia stumbled through the woods, exhausted. Suddenly, she stopped, because there, in the distance, was a barn. As she approached, she found the doors sealed shut, but saw a ladder leaning against the wall, with a small window. She climbed the ladder and scrambled through the window, to find herself on a loft, in the barn.
"Hello?" she called. "Is anyone there?" There was no answer, so she assumed it was safe. She climbed down the ladder attached to the ladder and gave a joyful sigh as her feet hit solid ground. She threw herself down on the floor, not even caring about the hay getting attached to her back. Then she heard slow footsteps approaching and her eyes snapped open. Through the gloom, she made out a figure. "Oh, I'm sorry to intrude. I saw the barn, and I've been outside for days. I hope you don't mind. I'll leave if you want." The figure snarled in response and stepped forward. A beam of moonlight hit the figure, through a crack in the barn wall. The figure was a woman, who had flesh missing from her neck, and her jaw was hanging off. Sophia screamed as the Walker lunged. Then, more Walkers came out from behind hay bales and staggered towards her. She looked at the ladder, but it was blocked. Her only other solution was to run to the doors and scream and hope someone heard her. She ran to the doors and pounded on them, screaming bloody murder. There was a sharp pain in her neck as a Walker bit into it. She fell to the ground, and as her blood seeped onto the hay, she though of her mother, and the best day they'd ever had together, when Sophia was eleven and her mother took her to a theme park.
"Mommy, this was fun," she said, in the car on their way home. Carol reached out and grasped her daughter's hand.
"It was. Just don't tell your daddy when he gets home, okay?" Carol ordered.
"When's he coming home?" she asked.
"Two weeks, baby," she answered.
"I don't like it when Daddy's here," she told her.
"So, let's pretend he doesn't exist until he gets back," Carol suggested. "How does that sound? We'll pretend we're different people. We can be Sarah and Chloe Peterson. What do you think?"
"I like that idea," Sophia answered. "I love you, Mommy."
"I love you too, baby," she smiled.
As the life drained from Sophia's eyes, she smiled, remembering the good times, and praying her mother would be okay.
"I love you, Mommy," she murmured, before all life vanished from her.
This idea just popped into my head. I know it's depressing, but I thought about how Sophia could have gotten into the barn and what happened, and this was my idea. Please review.