Mistakes

by MyWorldDoesn'tEnd

Death: A five letter word that everyone wants to avoid. But in this world, that task is even harder then before. Before the dead roes you hardly had to worry about death: car accident, plain crash, occasional serial killer. Were your main death threats. Now its the dead. The ones who lost their lives and should forever rest in peace... but peace is a lost concept to this new world.

1. This happend then that and now I'm here

Mistakes
Prologue

I was a mistake; my parents were barely eighteen when I was born. My mother didn't want me, so my father raised me by himself. My father was a strong man, doing his training to become a police officer while raising his little girl with little to no help. When I was five years old my father fell in love and was soon married. I hated the woman but my father was head over heels for her, so I kept my mouth shut.

When I was eight years old my brother was born, the cursed woman I refused to call mom did nothing for the boy so I practically raised him till he was seven. At that time, I had had enough of the woman and left for the streets. I found a place to call home in the middle of Georgia, where no one would look for me, got a fake ID and became who I wanted to be.

When I was sixteen years of age I fell for a guy. He was a mechanic by trade but loved to go hunting, he taught me all I know about tracking and shooting. But I got pregnant when I was seventeen and he left me. I was lost and went home seeking help from my father. When I knocked on the door the she-devil answered and one thing led to another. I knew which way the wind was going to blow if anyone got hurt, so I left.

I went to another small Georgian town, got a job and worked triple shifts, saving all I could before I gave birth. I had a boy and raised him alone until I was nineteen, then fell for another guy, apparently I didn't loran a good enough lesion with the first one. But this one accepted my son as his own and we were soon engaged.

We postponed the wedding when I got pregnant, then the dead rose. My unborn child's father died in the early days and I managed to survive with a small group until I gave birth, then was sent with my son and newborn daughter out into the world.

We survived well; I was able to hunt small game with the skill I had gained with a bow I managed to pick up. We had stayed away from people over the months but I found a boy and his younger sister last week, at the end of their last group. They claimed to have heard word of a safe place, a prison. They were headed there 'til their group got attacked. I decided to go with them and make sure they stayed safe; damn these motherly instincts.