I'm really obsessing over The Walking Dead so yeah. I don't own TWD just my OC. :D (OC=Avis)

I guess you can't say that the world has ended. Just humanity really... The Earth is still here, and I wish I could say it looked beautiful. Now looking at all the rotting people and plants to go along with it, not so beautiful as I once thought. Occasionally you get the gorgeous meadows you come upon, until one of the dead trot upon it. Growing up I never stopped to actually look at how beautiful certain things were. I guess I was more focused on living on my own my whole life and my younger sister. But that didn't happen when shit started happening.

I push my thoughts away when I see one of them. I duck behind a low hanging tree, my feet crushing the dirt, and look around the branches. You could practically smell them from a mile away. I reach for my knife in my back pocket and start to sneak around any obstacles to get closer to that thing. I watch every step I take. One wrong move and I could become one of them in a matter of seconds, or minutes. Once I'm up close and grab the thing by it's shoulders and stab it in the brain from behind. Its movements stop and its limbs become limp. It falls in defeat and I clean off my knife to put it back. How did all of this happen? When did this happen?

I was in the streets of Atlanta alone. Before I got here I was sneaking around in the woods when I heard a group say that Atlanta would be the safest. Bullshit. I thought they were speakin' the truth. Well it turns out they didn't live long after I left. When I was leaving their group, even though I wasn't apart of it, I could hear faint screams and cries. I took off and never looked back. Now, I look around and I don't see any of them. I do see a clothing store up ahead though. Lord knows I could use new clean clothes. Making sure there wasn't anything around I quickly walked over to the store and try to be as quiet as I can to get inside. I look around to make sure everything was okay again. I sighed loudly.

Being lonely can be great sometimes, but in this case it's... well lonely. I've been on my own basically all my life, but this... this is just kind of sad. I had a couple of friends back in college. Cosmetology. Where can you go with that? Hollywood? Not with my luck. I made some friends there, but once we graduated, they moved on, unfortunately, without me. Probably to bigger projects like doing movies stars hair and make up or even setting up a shop in LA. With the money I had, or thought I had, I could barely hold a job at some hair salon. What was I thinking? I should have done something actually useful.

I replace some old shirts, pants, shoes, and underwear with new ones. I noticed a rack of dresses that reminded me of my younger sister. These dresses were frilly and pink and flowery. Her favorite. She was about 8 when all of this shit happened. I was just getting over with graduating, so I wasn't there to protect her from all of this. Thinking of my little sister and how she must have been scared, being alone, made me mad and sad. I controlled myself by trying to remember the good memories of Cathy and I. My parents liked Cathy more than me you could say. But I didn't care, once I realized they didn't care much for me, I became a more independent person.

Something suddenly caught my eye from outside. I turned and looked, but nothing was there. Guess it's time to go. I go to the window and look outside the store. It's quiet when suddenly someone passed by on a horse. I quickly walk outside, not thinking at all, and yelled to get his attention. He turned and saw me. I sighed in relief, but my eyes widened when he pulls out his gun and points it at me. At least he's not one of them.

Give a round of applause to me for being stupid..'cause I'm uploading another story...*le sigh* ;)