Alright so inspiration for this story came from Zombieland...lol cool huh? I wanted it to be more in depth then the movie was...and it's got totally different characters so its nothing like the movie at all lol except for the zombies - and zombie hunting! well on with it :) hope you all like it. Her name is Alissandra (but i'll call her Aliss)
I guess its safe to say you never know what you've got till its gone, but its also true to say that you don't know what you have until it shows up. It's been a full three months since the virus has taken over the world. It started off as rabies- turned into a sickness- then it was zombies. Sucks right? well you have absolutely no idea what we've been through. First step to recovery- Kill all animals (which I hate because I LOVE animals). Second step to recovery- antibiotics (which only escalated the virus). Then the third step to recovery- Kill the infected. Everyone went into mass chaos and for good cause too: no one wanted to die that way.
August 13th year: 2012.
Population: 24.7 billion
Living: maybe 1000- maybe less
I've never found another living person yet. Sure it's only been 3 months- but thats plenty of time for the living to become...the undead. I wake up, refreshed as anyone with 6 hours of sleep could be. I grab my pants and pull them up over my legs, push my arms through a long white sleeved shirt and put on my biker jacket (or so my father used to call it). I looked into the mirror, wishing I had someone, anyone to talk to...someone to laugh with...smile with. I haven't smiled since I saw my parents die. But I dont really want to get into that story just yet. I unknit the hair tie that holds my hair back from my face, and let my hair fall loose in light blonde curls. I pick up the gun I've been carrying around since the start of the virus and head outside. I feel the cold air hit my face and blow my hair behind me. Its beginning to be winter now. Snow would show soon, making my drive to the west coast that much harder. I sigh and push my glasses over my eyes. If it were Halloween I'd say I'd be scared of the way this town looks...but it's not Halloween- so there for I'm not scared. But that doesn't mean that this town isn't deserted and scary. Doors are left open, cars scattered throughout the streets, windows broken...and blood everywhere. I shuddered to think that it used to belong inside a person. I hear a moan coming from down the street and make my way (faster) to my truck. Its big enough to push other cars over, and light enough to move faster then a heavy truck.
I live my life alone. There isn't anyone to accompany me...and for a while I was okay with that. I used to be deathly (pun intended) afraid of anything that walked on two legs or four...and hello, thats the entire earth. I shuddered when I saw the zombie walk towards the house I had just been in. For some reason they always knew where I had been. They didn't attack me though, not yet at least. I've had a couple of run ins with zombies that have left me thanking gods that I was alive, but they didn't attack me...I had attacked them. Sometimes I'd provoke them to come after me, making a noise...or breathing heavily, and it always seemed to work. With no regard for anyones life but my own I started my beautiful truck and giggled when I ran over the zombie that almost ran his way towards me, wanting me as a snack. I hit him with the front of my tuck, watching as all his parts scattered...maybe they'd be dinner for someone, maybe not- but all I could do is hope. I turned on my trucks radio and popped in one of my favorite Cd's... Theory of a Deadman, of course that was very ironic seeing as ALL of the members were currently dead men....I giggled again and let my music flow through my truck just listening and forgetting the world around me. I push my sunglasses over my eyes and pray that I'd stop somewhere that had a FREGGIN Dr pepper. It seemed that after the world went to shits that the zombies took dr pepper away from me too. [sorry to intercede, but seriously, that would DEVASTATE me if dr pepper was gone =/ ] Currently I was in Florida, Key West to be exact...and man was it hot out today. You would think that the undead would bake in the sun...because theres no circulation in them? but no of course not...my luck wasn't that extensive. I shuddered when I saw a zombie girl eating some other girls brains out. Again, you'd think it'd be easier to see this stuff after three months...hell no. I picked up my little handgun and fired a shot at her head. It was the ONLY way to kill them, if you could call it killing...because they were already dead? Who knows...all I knew was that it was easy to target them once you've had practice and trust me y'all, I've had three months of practice. Any way, where was I...oh yeah, I was in Key West...heading to Texas. I had seen a plane flying there two day ago... at least thats where I think it was heading. I'd also intercepted a radio transmission saying that there were people living there. It seems like a long stretch to believe that there are actual people living...not eating each other...but I had to just find out. I was starving for SOME type of attention...anyone to talk with, hangout with...I don't know, be safe with.
I let myself drive as far as I could until I felt myself starting to get tired. I was somewhere outside of the old Jacksonville city in Florida. This was a popular city for the undead before the virus spread, so I was hesitant to stop here...but according to the journal I've been keeping there was no living here. I pulled up to an abandoned house which under any other circumstance then the world ending...you wouldn't go near, but for some reason they were now the safest places to be. I turned off my headlights and waited around until I knew it was clear to enter. The daylight was fading, meaning it'd be unsafe for me to be walking out and about, I took only the few things I needed for the night: Clothes, two guns, and food. It was easier to travel light and be safe, then always having to lug around a huge suitcase- which could be deadly. I opened the door and slung my bag over my shoulder, turning the flashlight on my handgun to on, I looked around the room inside the house...finding the first room to be safe I shut the door quietly and locked it. I didn't hear any noises...no moans- atleast not yet. Thankfully this house didn't have more then one story to it...because those houses are way too dangerous. I checked the entire house finding no possible way for any of the undead to enter the house, unless they somehow knew how to open doors now...I shuddered and put that thought away into the back of my mind. I grabbed the food that I knew wouldn't be contaminated and tried to light a fire in the fake fireplace of a cheap Florida house. Once it lit I made sure to keep the flames low, creating less smoke...therefore no one would know where I was. I ate in silence by myself, just thinking how great it would be for there to be someone else here with me. I was only 17, and yet I never had fallen in love, and I had never even really been on a date with a boy. I put that thought away with all the other unthinkable thoughts and laid out on the couch in the living room. It was the safest option seeing as it was pushed right up against the wall facing the door...no possible way for someone to sneak up on me at all. It was about midnight when I started to drift off to sleep, dreaming of what my life could have been...what it should have been- if the world hadn't ended. I dreamed of fields of sunflowers, roller coasters full of screams and laughs as the ride takes me up and down, of a boy with dark brown hair and bright green eyes, of a family that I once had. I was much into a deep sleep to even realize that the door to the once safe house of mine was being opened...
Uh oh, what is gonna happen ? who the heck knows :) best of you to come back n read the rest to find out! love youu XD
