It was dark, almost pitch black. I could barely even see my hand in front of my face and the air was bitingly cold. I was shivering from both fear and coldness and I had no idea where I was or where I could go. I was unarmed, alone and absolutely terrified, and I could barely even walk anymore. The street lights didn't come on anymore and the only thing that could remotely be considered light were the stars in the sky, but even they looked depressing. I remember when my dad passed away, my mom said the stars in the sky weren't actually stars, that they were openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they're happy. I looked at the sky again and noticed how everything looked dull and lifeless. The world had become so depressing, and it was hard to remember what being happy and safe felt like, especially now. I knew it was only a matter of time until I stumbled upon a whole group of biters, waiting for me in the dark, but I refused to think about it. Although it was inevitable that I wouldn't be able to survive the night, I tried my best to focus on living. Finding shelter was a priority, but I couldn't see shelter and that proved to be a problem. I also didn't have any way of defending myself in case I ran into a bunch of hungry biters, and that could be catastrophic if I ran into a building full of them. "Think positive," I whispered to myself. Think positive? All the positivity in this world had been sucked out the minute the first biter appeared. "Stop it!" I was arguing with myself, and it was crazy. I didn't want to be a crazy freak living in a world full of monsters where I was barely accepted anyway.
It occured to me that I should have gone off with Merle and Daryl, and I regretted that I hadn't when I had the chance. But how had they managed anyway? Sure, they had a crossbow and guns by the sound of it, but they were on foot and it looked like they were both pretty exhausted. They were dirty, sweaty, gross and rude, and I was glad that I'd been lucky enough to meet Andy and Drew when I had. "And Stewart," I added, not helping the whole positivity aspect of this situation. "Don't ever forget Stewart." The thought of him made me want to cry, but I was too cold and tired to produce a single tear, and weeping hysterically in the darkness didn't sound like a good plan. Instead, I tried to think of my life before all this madness happenned, but it was hard. Nothing that went on in the past few years of my life was worth being remembered - I was a sad, workaholic, lonely widow that hadn't lived since my husband died. I was so angry that I'd wasted my life away drowning in my own sorrow that I lashed out into the darkness, trying to supress a scream that was building up inside of me. I wanted to scream at a lot of things, my life before, my life now, the people I'd met and the people that had betrayed me. The only thing I didn't think about screaming about was the biter I tripped over as I was walking and debating with myself.
It grabbed my leg and I shook it off in an instant, crawling away as fast as my trembling body could. I flipped over onto my back and saw the biter tower over me, reaching it's hands out to grab any part of me it could find in the dark. I grabbed it's wrist and twisted it, not sure how to hurt it but desperately trying to damage it in any way possible. It growled at me and I prayed for it to be silent, worried it would attract more. I was flailing around wildly in the dark with a dead human being who was trying to eat me, and I wasn't sure if I was dreaming or not. But no, the sharp dig of fingernails into my jeans confirmed the fact that I was well and truly awake. I rolled over as quickly as possible, hoping and wishing that it hadn't cut my skin. I didn't know how the biter-process worked but I didn't want any injuries, biter or no biter. It scrabbled at my back with it's ice-cold hands, and I had to bite on my lips not the squeal. I could see it was getting lighter but I couldn't see where the biter's head was, and I needed to tell where it was so I didn't blindly stamp on the floor. I rolled over one last time and then jumped up to my feet, trying to catch my breath and keep my balance at the same time. It practically roared at me and tried to reach out at my shoulders but it didn't have time - I'd already pushed it on the floor and put my foot on it's chest. I could feel it wriggling about underneath me but wasn't going to waste any time freaking out about it, so I took a deep breath and then jumped onto it's skull, again and again until I heard it's brains squelch on the grass. I then turned around, vomited whatever I'd eaten previously onto the grass, and ran away freezing and crying.