_ Ever _
Three years. Three whole years. That's how long it took me to remember my first name. I know, it may seem ridiculous, but I haven't had anyone say my name at all in those three years. I only remembered my middle name, Ever. I think that if I ever figure out my first name, it's going to be For or something sick like that. I had some cruel parents.
"Wake me up when September ends..." Green Day blasted through my speakers. Since the zombie apocalypse started, I've been a little depressed. As I've said, I've been alone that entire time. Music became my savior of sorts. It was another voice in my still world.
Those were the deep thoughts you have when you have too much free time. I sat up from my bed and walked over to vanity. My vanity was like any other 14 year olds. Makeup, pictures of friends, random homework that has been long since due, a laptop that was warm with constant use, and my speaker. It had a cracked mirror (don't ask) and was stained black. I glanced at my reflection quickly. Same goldish-copperish eyes, black hair with faded blue and blonde streaks, and lightly tanned skin. I haven't changed at all.
I lived in a very isolated part of Macon, Georgia. No zombies, no people, no animals. So I had the windows wide open when She's A Rebel started up. I sang along as the room vibrated. This song was on full blast. If there were any walkers here, my house would be flooded. But there weren't, so I was as loud as I wanted.
I had absolute freedom here. No worries (well, that's not entirely true).
Until there was a knock on the door.