Siting hear I feel sick. I know it's not true but I can help but feel responsible, I mean before all this happened I wished for it, of cores I didn't think it would really happen, but it did, and now I'm here, on my knees in front of the last person I had, almost everybody I loved had been killed or turned, but not Amy, they weren't the closest friend before all this, but I guess the end of the world drives you to cling on to any sense of familiarity, so they survived together, it was hard the where 19 and from the city, they didn't know how to survive, but they'd managed, well till now, now Amy was a corps, this is why the always ran, if you run you can't get bit, why, why did she freeze, why didn't she run, she felt tears start to roll down her cheek, and felt it was time to go before, she couldn't stay long or Amy would turn.
She pushed herself up slowly, trying to stop the tears, she stood up stretches her arms behind her back pushing her small chest out, and took two steps back from the corps and looked around the small room, she was in a warehouse, they cut thru to avoid the walkers on the street, but the hadn't expected as much inside as there was, there were only two metal doors on opposite sides of the room, the one on her right had been the way they'd came in and she knew there wear at least 5 of them in there, she could hear them banging on the door trying to get in, so she was stuck with the one on the left, she came to the door and grabbed the handle, and looked back at Amy's body, and quickly turned to face the door, closing her eyes long and hard and willed away the last few tears.
The door was opened in one strong pull and immediately slammed it shut, the room was not empty. She had opened it to see a tall masked figure standing in the centre of the room, "fuck" she spat, leaning back against the door, she was trapped, she was going to have to leave this room, and it had to be soon the dead don't say dead long, there was banging at the door, she could feel it on her back, she was trapped, the banging was driving her crazy, so repetitive, then she realised it wasn't banging it was knocking, she turned and opened the door slowly, till she could see the person on the other side, and held her foot at the bottom of the door to stop it being pushed open, she looked at the figure, it was clearly a man, but she couldn't tell much else, he wore a welding mask, dark blue overalls, safety gloves and a pair of steel toed boots, he had a backpack, a coil of wire slung over his shoulder and scabbard on his lower back, he pulled his gloves off and lifted his mask, he had scruffy brown hair and light brown eyes, the corner of his mouth was curled up in a smile, his eyes looked down and shot up, she looked down to see his hand stretched out, she quickly grabbed it, "ym hi, I'm Emma, who are you" he tilted his head "I haven't decided yet."