Mom and I now figured it was summer. There were constantly zombies everywhere now. I had had quite a bit of ammo, but was running low. That's how we found ourselves here in a city. We were going to search stores and any closed homes for ammo. Closed homes because those would be clear of zombies...unless the owners barricaded themselves inside before turning.
"Okay, Mom, I'll be right back out. Keep the gun out and up. Remember, aim high. If you miss, keep firing. I'll come running." I said as I prepared to enter our latest stop. It looked promising.
She nodded, but looked nervous. "Are you sure you'll be alright?" she asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. But I need you to make sure our exit isn't blocked." I headed into the store.
I had hit a jackpot. I had managed to fill my pack with ammo when I heard a bunch of shots. Quickly, I hoisted my bag and ran out. If nothing else, this stupid plague had made me stronger, faster, and more graceful. I found my mom crying and a body at her feet.
"Did you get the head?" I asked. She nodded. I smiled. "Good job."
She shook her head and held an arm out. My breath caught and I started crying, too. "Bella, you're going to have to..."
"NO!" I shouted, not caring that that would attract more. "No, Mom." I sobbed. "I can't do that."
"Bella..."
I stubbornly shook my head. "No. I'm not." I grabbed her hand and we made it back to where we had made a temporary camp. We had found an empty car with all windows intact, and no former occupants still inside. "We'll just..." I tried to think. "We'll...we'll..."
"Bella." she said softly. "Why don't we make the most of my days?"
I nodded, crying freely.
The next three days were bittersweet. I kept expecting her to go into the coma the reports had said all the infected did before they awoke as zombies. We did a few things. We had found scissors and make-up in a house, so she insisted we cut our hair and do make-overs. I had her cut mine to my ears, so it would be easy to deal with.
On the third morning, she didn't wake when I shook her. I cried and got my gun out. We were both outside the car, and I sat a few feet from her. "I love you, Mom. So much. I miss Jake, and Phil. And I'm going to miss you even more. You're my best friend as much as my mom. I love you."
Her body stirred. I watched as the body got to it's feet and stared at me with vacant eyes. "I love you." I said one final time before pulling the trigger.
Okay, so now that I've explained why Bella is all alone...her flashbacks are done. However, I am going to tell Edward's past as well. So the next flashback chapters will be in his POV, but otherwise the story is still in Bella's POV.
