As morning settles in, I open my eyes to be greeted with the familiar blonde's, sleeping face.

Gosh she's gorgeous. I giggle a little. Even with her hair messed up. I reach my hand up, gently tucking a piece of hair behind her ear, trying not to wake her. I think I love her.. I smile to myself. I lay, studying every detail of Marie's face before getting out of bed. I walk down the hall to one of the rooms, looking in. I see a desk, opening the door to allow myself in the room before rummaging through the draws in the desk. I eventually find a pen through all the clutter and look at the table top for some paper. After finding a notepad, I walk back out to the living room and begin to write.

'Dear Marie,

I'm going to scavenge some of the other houses, I'll be back soon.

Tara xx'

I place the note on my side of the bed for Marie to wake up to and decide to check on Jay, heading to the room we left her in. As I open the door, she's fast asleep, cuddled into one of the bears she must have found. I smile a little at how peaceful she looks and walk into the room, pulling the blanket up around her more and kiss her forehead. I exit the room, heading to grab my backpack, quietly heading to the front door to put my boots on. After lacing my boots up, I open the front door, exiting our temporary home. A breath of fresh air hits me and I inhale deeply. In the distance I spot a couple of walkers, but no real threats, so I head down the stairs, reaching the footpath. A few minutes pass and I notice I'm staring at a name that was written in the concrete below my feet. I smile to myself, remembering how kids use to write their name in the wet concrete before it dries and before anyone even noticed the form of vandalism.

A quiet gurgling removes me from my thoughts, creeping closer and closer. I roll my eyes and pull my knife from its holster, sliding it in to the walker's rotten skull. The roamer falls to the floor in a heap of bones and rotten flesh, like it never even lived in the first place. I walk onto the road, and begin up the street at a slow pace with my hand resting on my knife.

I reach a house that looks like it has been left alone since the beginning, opening the door quietly. I knock three times on the wood of the wall, and wait outside for any walker to come chomping through the house. Not a sound is made. I make my way through the entrance of the home, with my knife in hand. I turn to my left, walking up a small hallway, reaching the first door that is already open a little. I reach my hand up and open it the rest of the way, revealing what seems like a baby's room. I walk into the doorway of the room and look around as it hits me that in this whole mess, even children have been ripped apart and eaten by these fucking monsters. I'm stripped of my thought as a baseball bat is swung straight into the side of my head, knocking me out cold.

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Hey guys! It's been a while since I've uploaded! I apologise, been caught up in a thing called life, haha. I hope this tickles your fancy, I promise the next chapter will be chockers full of action and stuff! Well...I hope. Let's see where my cranium takes me, shall we? :)

Tara left Jay and Marie on their own. How are they going to feel waking up without her? She got hit in the head by a baseball bat?! Are these people good or bad? *bites fingernails in anticipation* God, what could happen..I'm excited for this!

Comments and feedback are fabulous and taken into account no matter what! This story is indeed for you readers, so you may as well have a say in what you like and want. ;)

MakeThemMiserable xx