Chapter Two

When its early morning I was packing everything into the Jeep with extra bags with extra clothes, medicine, bandages, weapons, and etc. Before I left that I decided to take another bath knowing I won't take another one for a while and tend my injuries. That my ribs that are bruised up, along with my chest, jawline that are turning blue and green.

How I look in the mirror that I look horrible. To look at my reflection that I'm around 14 or 15 years old. That my skin is a deep tan skin, thin, developing curves, narrow shoulders, heart-shape face, sharp jaw line, small nose, sharp cheekbones with baby fat still with sunburn freckles, round usual blue green eyes that swirl around the sea surround by long thick eyelashes, and messy short pixie raven hair that almost looks bluish green color that I had to cut last night since it was like a rat nest. Wore new black hiking boots, navy blue skinny jeans, blue plan t-shirt and a dark green jacket.

At first when clean up I realize I had a tattoo with SPQR on my right wrist, that I had thin scars on my body too, a sliver bronze/golden pen in my old pocket, a watch with a black band with a sliver ring around it, above it is a black leather band with red hearth carve in along with yellow sun above it, and a necklace is with different color clay beads that in middle of it is a sliver trident pendent size of a pinkie.

Putting the belt around her waist with a spare knifes in her sheath, along with the loaded guns, two daggers hanging around in her thigh, knifes hidden in her boots, and two hidden in jacket along with the strange pen in her pocket that fells very important.

With a sign at the mirror, I grab my last bag as I took off. When I walk, I felt like my body was to sore that I know my body is till healing.

Knowing it going to be awhile that my body is going to heal for a while. That I am surprised with myself that I don't want to stay inside my shelter for awhile longer. Enough for my body to actually recover and to figure out what do. Instead that I only spend one night of the house and that I am already to leave with no plans and have no one to cover my back if I'm in danger or into trouble with other survivors.

That I guess I'm going with the flow, even through it feels like I'm always reckless. A imagine of a blurry figure of girl around my age maybe a bit older with golden curls and stormy gray eyes. 'Your such a Seaweed Brain.' She called me, and then it vanished again and my head began to pound again.

One thing for sure that I need beware of my surrounding if something is going to tigger my memories that I need to be out of danger or have someone that I trust to cover my back.

I bet that is going to be awhile to have someone to trust my back in this new world.

'I wonder if I was a trouble maker,' I thought to myself when I had hot-wired the Jeep and drove pretty fast on the streets even hit a few of the walking corpses that were once human. 'Yea it feels like I was a troublemaker.'

If I had ever a boyfriend I bet if his or her folks won't like me at all, that I look like a person who kicks kittens or puppies. Which I wouldn't do at all, that I probably beat the shit out of someone until they end up in the hospitals.

I tried not to think what happen to the hospitals and what to former citizens inside of it because if I think of it. It is to depressing to think about it.

Had to keep moving forward, but sadly I don't know where to go yet.

With a sign that I kept on driving so far listening to green day.

That I kept a sign out for any survivors knowing that I have to be careful of other people not knowing if their dangerous or not. If the apocalypse happen awhile ago that I could tell that survivors are in their own groups. That they kill for fun, kill out of fear or kill for their shelters, food, and supplies.

I wonder if there is any good people left in this world.

Now that is a very sad and depressing to think about.

Then the jeep began to break down. That I look down to cursed under my breath as I had to pull over the nearest parking lot with a few abandon cars like the others that I passed earlier, and with an old looking small church. It made me grimace as I thought about God house. That I don't believe in one God, but in many that I know that I am part Greek. It strange how I can't remember a lot of things, but I can remember how to drive, how to hot wire, know I am part Greek and Roman, that I am dyslexia, ADHD, that I know how to fight, know how to used weapons, etc.

It just I can't remember anything about who I am. Where I came from, who is family, and friends. It too strange that I need to know who I am.

All right now I could be is a stranger with a no memory and a struggling kid who trying to survive.

As I walk towards the church the old wooden door open to see a bold head African man in a priest uniform who looks stun to see to me and horrified.

Then 4 seconds later he went back inside slamming the door shut in my face making deadpan at this.

Hope you enjoy the new chapter.

Don't known PJO and TWD.