Gone

by eccentricallybeautiful

My name is Amara Santiago and I was in Medical School. I was a nurse at hospital and I worked weekends at a bar. None of that is relevant anymore. The world went to hell and I don't think anyone had the slightest idea of how bad it really was or how bad it could get. The weak die and the strong prosper and worst of all people turn into animals.

1. The Beginning

When the world goes to hell, people change. It's a strange thing. I was originally from Nevada but 10 years before the outbreak I had moved to Atlanta, Georgia. My reason for moving was because I wanted to get away from an abusive father. My brother had moved to a small town just outside of Atlanta. He also owned a bar outside of the town that he resided in. I had grown up with 2 brothers. The oldest one, Jayce had left Logan and me to live with our abusive father. Jayce left the minute he turned 18 and he didn't look back. Jayce was 10 years older than me and Logan was 6 years older than me. Logan had promised me that when he turned 18 he would get me out of the hell hole that I was in. He kept his word.

I was 16 when my brother was able to get custody of me. At that point in time he was 22 and had already opened up a bar outside of town. He made a decent income and was able to keep me fed, clothed and kept a roof over my head. That was all that mattered to me. The bar was popular with people passing through and bikers. Mostly bikers. I quickly learned that my brother was into drugs among other things. He was also part of an MC and not the good kind either. He was generally too high to run the bar correctly which is where I came in. Before, my brother had me running the bar, he taught me how to fight. He figured this was a good idea since he knew a lot about the people that came into the bar. He didn't have to tell me why. I was curvy. Small waist, big boobs and a nice ass. I was also pretty, or so I had been told.

By the time I had turned 18, I knew the regulars. The ones who always came by. Merle and Daryl Dixon were the ones that I knew better than anyone else because Merle was Logan's partner in crime and Daryl just went along with his brother. I was currently in medical school when the news about the outbreak started to come out. We had a TV in the bar and I had it on the early morning news. The news reporter had stated that the virus that had been all over the United States but signs of it were showing up in Atlanta hospitals. They stated that until they could control the virus to report to some sort of camp in Atlanta. I had told Merle and Logan about it and they had told me that it was completely useless and they were probably lying. My brother didn't trust the government. He thought it was a ploy to control us.

I was worried because I was working at the hospital as a nurse during my schooling and working weekends at the bar. I had heard of people become sick after being bit by another person and everyone stated that it was rare and extremely case of rabies. I had highly doubted that was the case. Turns out that I would end up right. Right before shit really hit the fan, my brother had went MIA and I hadn't seen him since. When shit hit the fan, I had realized that this wasn't a rabies outbreak, this was the apocalypse.

Luckily. I knew how to shoot and I had a bow and arrow that I used. The way I dressed started to look like Lara Craft from Tomb Raider. I started wearing jeans with combat boots that came up to my knees and a tank top. I had the gun holsters that are tomb raider as well. I had found them while I was out looking for my brother. I had my bow strung across my chest with a backpack that held my arrows.

I still cared about the patients in the hospital and I kept checking on them even when things got really bad which is when all the doctors and nurses had begun to abandon the patients at the hospital and they locked it up and shut it down. I would sneak into the hospital and look after the patients that had been abandoned and left for dead. After all my brother had told me that no door is actually locked. There is always a way in. There was one particular patient that was a cop and had been shot and was currently in a coma. Every day, I would check his vitals to make sure that he was still alive and he wasn't going to die on me. Eventually things got so bad that I wasn't able to, so I had blocked his door the best I could. That was the day that I barely made it out of the hospital alive. I had seen people die of natural causes and then they would come back as a biter. I didn't understand how because I had figured that you needed to be bit for that to happen but I guess that was wrong.