Amelia.
It was Amelia. She was lost, she was scared. Nobody to hear her, or save her. She was…
Alone.
And that became her life. The way she lived, the way she survived. Not by hope. Not by strength or a will. By being…
Alone.
The first scream, Amelia knew. She knew, something happened. Something terrible. Her peers rushed to the windows, all petrified at what they saw. Amelia was scared, so she did not look. She stayed glued to her seat. Slowly they backed away from the window and Amelia got up. She took small steps over until she saw it. Blood.
Remembering was all that could ever make her feel comfortable. Remembering what it was like before. The schools cute uniforms her friends and her friends raved about when they first entered the high school. The cute boys they used to squeal over. The useless teenage fights she had with her mother. Her mother. Without her mother, she is nothing. And that is when, She stopped remembering.
The first body Amelia ever saw, laid cold and dead in front of her, still extruding fluid. Blood. But the part that made her scream the most was, that she knew this person. This body. Her friend. It was her friend. She, that body! Was Amelia's dearest friend. She dropped to her knees and cried. But then, as time went on, she saw so many people. Dead. And so, Amelia accepted this.
The first zombie Amelia ever encountered was one of her fellow classmates. A boy she knew, yet was not close with. She couldn't even recall his name. But as he trudged across the empty classroom towards her, Amelia was petrified. She could not speak. She could not hear the screams anymore. She could not think. All she could do was scream until it was over. Wake up from this dream. Wake, wake up already. Please.
Soon, it was the world. The whole world was plagued. What, what could she do? Little Amelia couldn't harm a fly, let alone live this life. But Amelia was special. She adapted to what was placed in front of her. So, a world filled with flesh eating zombies. Amelia accepted this.