In the mourning
Chapter 1
Just to let you guys know, none of the characters I used in this story are mine, I wish that they were though!
My name is Elizabeth "Liz" Whitely I am one of the last people I thought that could come so far in an apocalypse as damaging as this one. I have long dark brown wavy hair and muddy brown eyes. I'm what some people consider short 164 meters, which is 5'2" for you Americans! I'm petite seeing as though its quite hard to get enough to eat around here.
I have been through hell, I lost both of my parents, my sister, and my long time boyfriend and the only thing keeping me alive is my brother Oliver. I have seen the life drain from each of their eyes and watched as they re-animated, the only one to not re-animate was my boyfriend, Matthew, he was everything to me and I am so grateful that I did not have to kill his lifeless body once it came back wanting me. All of them did, I watched painfully, with tears in my eyes as they would close their eyes and their skin would change to a deep grey, then the hardest part, they would wake up with a different look in their eyes. It changed from dying to hunger, want, and an urgent need that scares you so much.
My mother and father were the first to go, leaving me with my little sister and older brother. I watched as they risked their lives to save us, they stayed behind, used themselves as a distraction, and made sure we got out alive and well. I still see their screaming faces when I go to sleep in my nightmares, I remember returning to the spot where they were attacked a few hours later and being with them in their final minutes. They told us to run, to keep Julia safe, they told Oliver to keep an eye out for us no matter what and to survive through the while epidemic. Holding my sister while she wailed and screamed, I realized just how unfair everything was, I am 17, I shouldn't have to go through this. Julia was only 7, and she already understood the concept of someone leaving you forever.
Three months later we were traveling through while walking through South Carolina with a group of survivors we were attacked by a group of walkers, about 200 of them came out of nowhere. A man bit Julia who had re-animated minutes before, there was total chaos. Oliver and I both knew what would happen, we had to kill her, once she re-animated a man by the name of Jim shot her. I couldn't control myself, I promised to keep her safe and then she got bitten, all because I didn't act quickly enough. We were walking and she wanted to pee, she went into the forest and then came the walkers, they did not come from the forest where we were. They came from the opposite direction, the open road, however one came up and attacked us, a very large white man who had half of his face missing, he had to much blood on his face to see the bones that were protruding, we could tell that he was a new zombie. She cried for hours before dying, people were still screaming, many had lost children, partners, friends, but we continued to run away from the walkers, Oliver had bonded with Jim, Jim kept us safe from so many walkers. Jim had to put down Julia for us, we didn't have the strength, we felt pathetic, but hey, it is our sister, she is seven and she dies, and it is our faults, we know it.
We decided that it was best to split up with the group, we had to go on our own course, we decided to continue on to Georgia while the others went to Indiana where there were rumours of a survivor colony.
Jim understood our pain, he had lost his family, he rarely spoke of them, but when he did a wave un easiness came. He was a very quiet, polite and protective, he took Julia, Oli, and I in as if we were his own kids. Part of me thinks that he thinks of us like family to help him cope with his loss.
So I know it isn't that good, but I am liking it, please give me as much feedback as possible!