I slept with a man I didn't care about once. I was not enchanted, excited or inspired by him. I did not wish to get to know him better, or could not bear to be parted from him, hence throwing my body at him in a desperate attempt to capture a few more fleeting moments between us.
I'm not a deep thinker, nor a hopeless soul seeking fire and passion wherever attainable.
The main reasoning behind the whole underwhelming event was my deep-rooted fear of becoming insignificant in my own reality.
What an awful sensation it is to think that when you're dead and gone, all that you will leave behind are some old bones and maybe a few words on a page.
It deeply saddened me that I wasn't destined for greatness. I could just tell. I was never going to be the heroine in anyone's stories. I would never be a person's muse, or their one great, overpowering love. I am, in essence distinctly average. And don't let anybody tell you any different.
I'm not entirely sure how I expected the coping mechanism I chose to combat my emotional distress really helped. In all honesty, I think I felt that doing something spontaneous and stupid would make me feel better about my life and my choices. It didn't, in case you were wondering.
I spent the next 3 days in bed eating various different melted cheese products, and watching zero to hero movies whilst sobbing.
But in that moment, after consuming far more gin than my small body could really handle, it was the best damn idea I had ever had.
The sun rose lazily in the sky, signalling the start of another day in this new world.
Eden had stopped checking road signs and maps a long time ago. She had no real destination, what did it matter where abouts she was. The last place that she'd taken note of being near was Columbus. She had passed Fort Benning without even stopping. Just from the exterior walls, she could tell that whatever lay inside would not be pretty. She didn't even feel all that crestfallen to learn about its demise. She was pretty sure she had no disappointment left in her body. She had been let down too many times in the past months for that.
Sunrise was the time of day that Eden hated the most. It was just a fresh beginning to more struggles that she had to endure for seemingly no reason at all. Trying to find something to eat, trying not to be eaten herself. The Walking Dead owned this earth now.
She had been travelling along in a small car she'd found at the side of a road, which had unfortunately now taken a turn for the worse itself, and had to be abandoned.
All she carried with her was a backpack with rapidly diminishing supplies, a knife, and a bow and arrows. She had never been more grateful that she'd been forced to take up a sporting activity at school.
Thankfully, she hadn't witnessed many zombies in the last few days. Just the occasional stragglers that she had been able to either sneak past or take out quietly with her bow.
She tied her hair, long and greasy, up in a bun as she walked, hugging the edge of the forest, hoping this offered her the most protection.
Eden hadn't been walking for long before she heard a once very familiar sound. The low rumble of a car engine, and the screech of tyres as they came to a swift stop. She immediately dropped down to the ground, and crawled into the underbrush that she had been sticking so close too for a situation just like this.
She could feel her heart beat in her throat as she kept as still as possible, hearing footsteps getting louder and closer to her. Eden hadn't come into contact with many friendly people since the dead rose, and had no reason to believe that these strangers would be any different. She closed her eyes and prayed to whatever deity there was left up in the sky that she wouldn't be found.