"Sawyer, we have to go," Mom told me. I didn't move, I continued to sit on the couch, scared to death.

An apocalypse has started.

I know right, you always imagined the world going to hell but you never knew if it would happen. You always imagined yourself in an apocalyptic world, ready to kick ass and survive. But in reality, tha t's most likely not how it's going to be.

"Now, Sawyer!" Mom yelled, causing me to jump. I quickly got up and followed mom and my older sister, Emma, out to our car packed with survival gear.

"What about Glenn?" I asked as we got into the car. Mom started the car, pulling out of the driveway and going in the direction of the interstate.

"He'll be fine," Emma told me, turning around from the passengers seat to look at me.

I looked at one of Glenn's hats that was in my lap. I grabbed it because I wanted something of his. I didn't believe Emma. He wasn't going to be fine.

~Five Months Later~

It's been five months since the world has gone to hell.

I was currently alone, watching our campsite. It's been hard finding supplies, especially weapons, but my mom, Emma, and I have managed.

Speaking of weapons, I've been pretty good at using them. My signature weapons are a switchblade that I found and a pistol Emma gave to me.

I've also got a knack for hunting. I'm good at getting small animals like squirrels or rabbits. In reality, I'm kinda good at surviving but it's really hard. I don't what I would if I had to kill someone that was a real human and not the undead.

I was cleaning my pistol when I heard a bloodcurdling scream. It was in the direction that mom went. I grabbed my gun and ran.

I gasped when I saw mom. One of the undead was latched onto her neck and she was still screaming.

I got my switchblade out and walked up to mom. The blade easily went through the undead bastards head. It dropped to the ground and so did mom.

"Oh my god," I said kneeling down beside my mom.

"Sweetie," Mom said," You know I'm not going to make it. I'm going to ask you to do something and I know it's going to be hard but-"

"No," I choked, tear now falling down my dirty face," I can't do that. It would hard if you were one of the undead, but this is worse."

"I know," Mom said holding my hand," But you have to do this. I know that Emma can't do this but you can, Sawyer. You're strong and you're going to kick this world's ass. I just can't you two finding me as one of those things. Please do this, Sawyer."

"O-ok," I stuttered, wiping my face. I looked at Mom and her eyes were closed. I put my pistol to her head and whispered," I love you."

I pulled the trigger and the bullet went through her head. I leaned over Mom's body and sobbed.

~Seven Months Later~

It's been seven months since Mom died.

Emma found me leaning over her body after shooting her. She didn't ask about it, she just cried with me. I think about her everyday, but I know she's in a better place. Maybe she's with Glenn.

I was currently laying in the back of a car while Emma was keeping watch. I was supposed to be sleeping but I couldn't.

Emma and I were trying to move north because we thought that it would be somewhat better but you never know.

I started to get lost in thought before I heard Emma scream. I bolted upright, looking out the window of the car. A man with a hat had his knife against Emma's throat.

"Emma!" I yelled, getting out of the car with my pistol. That was a mistake. Someone tackled me to the ground and my gun went off, hitting the person in the shoulder.

"You little bitch," The man who tackled me hissed. He grabbed my pistol, pointing it at my head as I laid on the ground and he was overtop of me.

"Don't hurt her!" Emma yelled and I turned my head to look at her. The hat guy had pressed his knife closer to her throat. "You can hurt me, just her."

"Okay," The man holding Emma said. In one quick movement, his knife went across Emma's throat.

"No!" I screamed and the men laughed.

"You see little girl-" I kicked the man in the groin as he was still above me. I knew it seemed risky and that I was most likely going to die, but I didn't. The safety was still on the gun, so it wouldn't fire.

The hat guy was shocked and ran over to me. I was able to grab my pistol since the guy dropped it after I kicked him in the balls.

I didn't think, I just shot both men in the head.

"Holy shit," I said after I realized what I'd done. I was frozen in place. They were basically the first people I've killed out of cold blood.

I had a feeling that they wouldn't be the last.

~One Year Later~

It's been two years since the fucking world went to shit. Around one and a half years since I had to shoot Mom. One year since Emma was killed and I shot two men in cold blood.

I remember thinking that those two wouldn't be the last people I would kill. And I was right.

I have killed four other people. One was because the asshole tried to take my supplies, two was because they tried to rape me, and the last was because the person asked me to since they were bit.

I've killed a total of seven people, if you include my mom.

This world has changed me. I used to be optimistic and full of hope. Now I'm reckless and at times dangerous. I'm a survivor.

Besides my personality, my looks have even changed. I used to have wavy long hair that went to my waist, now it's just above my shoulders. I wear Glenn's baseball cap that I kept and a bandana around my face. I also wear a leather jacket and black boots.

I still continued my journey north, but I was still in Georgia. I tried to find a lot of supplies that would be useful. I also tried to get as most rest as possible.

I sighed as I continued to walk down a long road when I saw smoke filling the sky. I continued to walk towards that place, not caring about the risks.

I wonder what Glenn would think of me now.

[A. N.: This is my first story. I hope you all enjoy!]