My name is Nora Greene. I'm an orphan, and I live in the zombie apocalypse. I do have a best friend. Julie Grigio. I used to also have Julie's boyfriend, Perry Kelvin, but he got eaten by a zombie. Well, I don't really have Julie anymore, either. She dissapeared the day Perry got killed. I'm not sure she's dead, but I'm not sure she's alive, either. You'd think I'd grieve, my two best friends being gone and all, but I really don't have time to. If I'm feeling anything, it's not depression, but fear. I'm still walking around with a gun, following Colonel Grigio's orders, finding stuff for the cure that's never gonna happen. I've only had to shoot a corpse once, but it was more out of anger from losing Perry and Julie than safety concerns. I get the Grigios' house all to myself while Julie's dad, a.k.a The Boss, is barking orders to shaky teenagers with guns and knives. Why don't I join them, be their twenty one year old mentor, a bit of sunshine on the dark world? I played sick to get off today. Besides, I'm not very sunshiney today. I feel more like a storm cloud. I lay down on Julie's bed, crying my eyes out until I swear I'm dehydrated. Ouch. Oh, gosh, my head hurts. I go dig through the old pewter gray purse that Julie and I found when I was thirteen and she was eleven. We thought it was something, the world being on it's way out and everything. "It may be the last purse left!" Julie had said. "We could sell it and get tons of money!" I had chimed in. If the two of us as pre-teens was a cartoon, I'd have dollar signs flashing in my eyes. We kept it instead of selling it, though, because we thought it was so pretty. I dig out some pain medicene I had snatched from the pharmacy the day I lost them. Zombies don't get headaches, do they? I feel a wave of nausea spread over me. Oh, no. My head throbs harder now. It's a migrane. Can stress, fear, and grief cause migranes? We definately don't have minute clinics anymore, so I can't find out. I just take the medicene and hope to feel better. I go into the bathroom and look in the mirror that doesn't have one shatter, surprisingly enough. My eyes are puffy and red from crying and fatigue. A nap couldn't hurt, now could it? I climb into the bed in my wet clothes. I shiver and cough. Maybe I wasn't really lying about being sick. I could have caught the flu, which is pretty fatal now. If I die, someone better debrain me. I need to take a hot shower. I walk over to the bathroom to see if the shower's working today. I turn the water on as hot as it will go and stick my hand underneath the water. Yes! It's working! I strip down and get inside. I'll stay in until the water turns off, and then I'll find Julie's clothes that she'll never wear again to put on. Then I can sleep. I just hope I don't wake up screaming for Julie and Perry to run.
