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I stood, watching from behind the barbed wire that surrounded the city, into the vast emptiness. I still couldn't believe it. 4 years. 4 years since the dead had risen and completely ruined my life. 4 years since these zombies took everything. After 4 long years it was finally over.
I sat down next to an open cemetery, with some stones here and there, most lay underneath nothing but memories of people who hadn't lived to see today. Most of the stones had marked names, dedicated by family or friends who might have known the person, but most of the others were left untouched.
"How many people died?" I wondered touching one of the marked stones of a person who was unknown to her. Was it hundreds, thousands, even millions? Could they be the last ones on the face of the planet? What would happen to the human race now that it is all over?
That was a thought that had crossed my mind many times over the last few years. Being 15 at the time of the invasion and surviving the first night, I had lost all faith that I would be around for much longer, but look at it now. I was still alive. What would I do now?
As far as I knew it almost everyone I knew was gone, thrown into the dead, others I had met over the last years by chance or suicide. I laughed at the thought. What could have been the most gruesome way to kill your self? I had heard of people taking lots of pills, over dosing on drugs, hangings, shootings, but I could understand all these ways. I just pondered on the fact that most of the suicides I had seen were committed by following the dead and allowing your end to come painfully, and hopefully quickly.
I knew the feeling that most would have felt just before jumping in to a crowd of the dead. The feelings of hopelessness, that anything you do wont changes what happen or bring anyone back. The feeling of fright. That probably was the biggest feeling that most people had now a days. Not only did they have the sense of fear for the dead, but what death might bring.
I could see the most religions would change, if the world could make it back to somewhere where it was years ago. All the belief of life after death is a statement that could be taken literally as from what was experienced. But what I wondered most, is what really lied after death. Was there a place really called heaven? Was there anything at all? I didn't know what to believe anymore.
The world was changing and it will continue to change, but I hope, that it would be for the better. That people wouldn't take life for granted or takes for granted what they still have.
Even through this event I realized that life would continue some how, some way. That through this whole tragedy we could some how come together as one and try to rebuild what was lost.
I knew life could never go back to the way it was. There was going to be no more late night sleep over with my friends who had become one of the so many lost souls. There was going to be no more everything that life once had as a luxury. Even the simple things like going to the store and getting almost anything you wanted, couldn't be done much anymore. The world was starting over and that means so is everything else.
I laughed at the thought. I guess I would never get to see the ending of my favorite animes or see the corny sequels to horror movies. I had to admit, it wasn't going to be easy, but then again change never is.
I sighed standing back up. Where would we start? Where would all of us go? What is going to happen now? The thought scared me. Was there anywhere really to start?
I stared once again into the emptiness, watching as the gray sky, blanket out the sun. Suddenly I heard a rustling come from behind me as two others stepped out into the graveyard, not saying a word as the stood next to me. They were friends who had been with me since the event had happened. Most likely they were wondering the same thing as well.
I shook me head, not even looking back at them. I still couldn't get over the fact at how much we had matured over the last four long years. We were all once happy, free spirited teenagers, who were suddenly robbed of the most important years of their lives. Now it varied. One was scared all the time, to even go anywhere alone, which was I. One was so quiet and independent, that I didn't even recognize her much anymore. The other. I don't know what to say, She was angry most of the time, but other times we could hear her crying late into the night, which we all did at some point.
The only thing I think we still had in common was that we never smiled. I couldn't remember a time since the dead had risen, a happy moment where we would just smile at one another or even let out a laugh of pure happiness.
Look at what has happened to us. I didn't even know whom they were, my two closest friends in the world, and what was scarier than that, was the fact that I didn't even know myself anymore. Every morning I look into the mirror that hangs on the bathroom wall and stare into "my" eyes, but they aren't really mine. I wondered where they went sometimes. The eyes that showed hope and life. The eyes that held dreams and visions of the future were gone, but were they really lost or just misplaced.
I didn't really know too much anymore, but as the more I thought about it, the more I become confused. Everything was so scattered. My life, friends, and myself.
I continued to watch the sky, as the sun broke through the clouds. At that moment, it felt like God was sending me a sign. That maybe there was hope. I looked around again and saw as some birds flew in the sky, flying without a care in the world. Soaring off to an unknown destination, just like I was, but they were doing something that I wasn't. They weren't flying solo. All around, they flew with one another in a slow erythematic pattern. Together they flew, making sounds. They were guiding each other towards the light. I watched at they all hit the sunlight and I thought it was the most beautiful sight in my life. I could feel a feeling deep inside of me that I hadn't for awhile, as I continued to watch the birds fly into the distance. It was a feeling of hope mixed with faith and happiness. For a moment I stood fixated on the emotion, which was now coursing through me.
Hope. I nodded. Now I knew why I had felt the way I did. Everything was falling into place. I had lost the thing that kept me together. Hope. Hope that everything would be ok and hope that I would live to see another day. Maybe there was some hope left I though as I grabbed my friend's hands with my own. I knew they were both staring at me I turned to each with the biggest smile I could create. One of those goofy smiles I guess you would call it. Something we used to do back so long ago.
In return for this unfamiliar gesture they both gave a smile back, and even a laugh. How much I had missed the simple sound of a laugh as I did myself laugh.
I knew then, that everything was going to be all right because we still had each other and I still had my hope
that was a start
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Well i hope you enjoyed this and if you have time please review. Also to all of you who read "Why Me" yes i will be continuing that story and you can look forward to the next chapter really soon. Until then happy holidays!!