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From Thy Writer,

~ Allison Damon

How


I stare at the asphalt as my eyes sting and blur with unshed tears of grief. I am officially alone in this horrid world of death. My whole camp was overrun by a horde of walkers passing through are area and we were unprepared. The dreadful memory of death is fresh and it haunts me with every slow passing second with agony. I can't divert my mind elsewhere, seeing as it is impossible to bury it in the deep dark corners of my mind. It refuses to be hidden. And as I sit here in my grief, I play the whole scene over in my head…


The scent of fish being fried and canned beans heated wafted through the air and hit my nostrils and I breathed it in. It smelled wonderful and made my stomach growl with more force than before. My mouth watered with hunger and anticipation as I await the meager meal soon to be served to me. It wasn't much but it was better than nothing, like the past few days filled with fruitless scavenging and raids. And it will be a step closer to hopefully putting fat over my prominent ribs, which stood out with pride. Most of my fellow people are worried I might be prone to less energy and more hindering illnesses, because of my dilemma of being underweight. They have gone so far in preventing more weight loss that one of the older members each skip a meal if necessary so I don't have to (because lord knows I have done it several times; I just can't stand to see anyone starve).

Right now, my people were watching me like a hawk. I nearly collapsed today during a raid for supplies (I'm one of the front liners when it comes to raids and battling the dead). A strong wave of dizziness had hit me, making my vision spotty and fuzzy. If it were not for Diana I would have been a goner and be bitten by a geek. So here I am, not allowed to set foot off the back of the old blue truck until I am fully hydrated and filled with a warm meal. During this, I entertained myself by cracking jokes and pointing out ridiculous things. Because even though times were dark in the world and my group, I tried to be strong for them and in turn acted optimistic. While I tried to lighten the, no one noticed the walkers coming through until it was too late.

They entered from the west side of the camp, inviting themselves in by crushing the wooden fence with their combined weight. And I watched in fear and shock as my group one by one was picked off by the flesh eating monsters. I couldn't move or breathe, as I sat there frozen in place. Nothing pulled me out of this state, not even the three walkers that limped slowly towards me. Not even the reasonable part of my mind usually apparent shine through, and the only reason I lived was a bitten teen in my camp…my best friend Jamie. He shook me hard and ordered me to leave and run as fast as I can, never to look back. I argued with him for as long as I could but he wouldn't have it. And the worst thing is, he had me agreeing at some point because…he had me at Lily. Not after the second I agreed, he shoved a backpack full of food, supplies and a few small weapons in my hand along with an axe. Ignoring my weak state, I stumbled off of the back of the truck and took off into a run. I could feel the presence of adrenaline pumping through my veins.

I don't know how long I traveled further and further away but I finally stopped at a small town. My breath was heavy and labored and I noticed the sky was dark. I didn't try to raid for any necessary supplies but only looking for a safe haven. I had to walk down the road a bit but I finally found one. It's nothing fancy, since it will only serve as a temporary hideout. It's a small little light blue shack with a broken mailbox and a tiny yard. Its roof was caving in a bit but it would make due. I let my eyes scan it and from doing so I noticed a stack of wooden crates beside the mailbox. I make a beeline for it and instantly plopped heavily down on it and let my grief run wild. The only change I gave myself room to notice other than danger, was the sky getting lighter…


And that is where I am now, grieving for the loss of my group. I only blame myself and not any of the campers…especially the older campers. If it weren't for my distracting them, someone would have seen the geeks and sounded the alarm. They would put the children safely away in the bus and guard them till it was safe. And all of the elders would be fighting front line, protecting everyone. But no, this is all my fault and I know I will never get to take it back. The more and more I let my thoughts of depression fester, the more I become lost. I don't have a clue to how I can be breathing right now but I give it all to my deceased best friend.

I don't drag myself from my spot until the sun was up in the sky bright as ever, contrasting my mood. I decide to get a move on in raiding the town and getting the heck out of here. I need to find something to eat in order to travel to another location soon. I can't fight any walkers or my apparent weakness right now without food. So I walk slowly down the road, on the lookout for decent raids and stray geeks. I don't find anything interesting or at least half that until I reach the end of the road. It's a good condition how, which means someone has recently been living here. Maybe I can find a few useful things in there…maybe. I inch towards it slowly, covering ground at a safe pace. My snail pace lasts till I'm on the front porch. I open the door gently, wincing at the squeak of the hinges.

It's in mint condition but looks as if no one lives here. One threat is off my list, so I can take a safer precaution for this raid. I first check the bedrooms, the four of them, then check the living room and sitting room. Nothing. I then check the bathrooms to only find a small half used medical pack…better than nothing. I then go for my final destination-the kitchen. I rummage through all of the drawers then cabinets. I find a meager selection of food and I stuff it in my backpack along with a kitchen knife and an army canteen. Hm, must have been military. All the way up till this point, current health status hasn't bothered me or hindered my raid skills. But right after placing everything in my back, a sudden dizziness hit me like a freight train. I stumbled back into the counter and in turn collapsing on the floor tiles. And as my luck ran cold, it decided to freeze over completely.

A geek burst through the closet door that apparently, wasn't latched all the way. It limped towards me at an alarming pace and I immediately start to weakly scoot backwards, pushing myself against the cabinets. This is it, I am going to die. But I realize that it's not as bad as it seems, even though part of me still panics and denies it. But either way, I observe the walker as it comes closer and prepare myself for the bit. The walker gets within five feet of me before a miraculous miracle happens. Some man with a cross bow slung over his back busts through the window over the sink, glass raining around and on me. I can just make out his features as my vision dims. He has medium length black hair that is tall enough and wears leather. His jaw is hard set and has a bit of scruff on it and looks experienced in this ugly world. He stabs the infected in the head with a knife and my vision blackens.

The last thing I feel is my bag and axe being taken away and arms snaking their way around my neck and under my legs…