Keeping a Promise

Even before I turned on the TV, I knew what was going on. Those… those unholy, ungodly moans echoing outside the walls of my home, gave it away.

Unlike the people who would wonder what is happening and go check, I pulled out a trunk from under my bed.

"Not again…" I thought and pushed my crimson red hair out of my face. "Three years…" I popped open the trunk to reveal the weapons I used to ensure survival; a machete, dual twin-bladed pistols, a sniper rifle and a shotgun. "Even if it was that long, the memories are still fresh," I closed my eyes.

I was seventeen, a senior student far too excited for prom. I had my dress, limo, everything. Then… the dead came to town.

Everyone went into a panic. Some tried to hoard themselves in buildings but they were killed by mutated zombies called 'Tanks'. Then others who thought they were being sneaky by passing by the hordes were caught 'Hunters', 'Jockeys', 'Boomers' and 'Chargers'.

I only managed to get to a civilized city safely because another survivor, Kristof decided to help me. He could have left me to die like everyone else I came across but he didn't.

"You are worth my time," he told me with a smile. "There aren't that many people who can work a gun and has skills in tending cuts. I can't do that on my own, Kitten."

"Kitten…" I said with a smile. "That was my nickname and he didn't care if I kept on telling him that my name was Sabrina," I loaded my guns with rounds as I heard banging on my door and windows.

I looked at my window when I pulled out a change of clothing. There was a witch shuffling along.

"Oh great," I sighed and changed into tight jeans, a tank top and my jacket that resembled to the one Ezio wore in the game Assasssin's Creed except it was black and red.

I strapped on my weapons before packing away the extra ammunition in my messenger bag. After putting on my hood, I headed for my garage while remembering the promise I made to Kristof.

"I'm going to turn Ki- Sabrina," he said calmly and looked at the blood on his hand that came from the bite on neck. He smiled at me as if everything was going to be fine. "I don't want you to stay here and turn as well for my sake."

I opened the door to my garage and packed my ammunition into one the two bags on my motorcycle.

"Sabrina, can you promise me something?" he placed my hand on the ladder.

"Anything," I told him with tears forming in my eyes.

"No matter what happens, you need to survive. Don't become one of them walking or not."

"But Kristof…"

"Don't worry about me. Just promise me, everything will be fine."

I got on my motorcycle and turned it on. Once I knew it was ready to fly, I used my remote to open the garage door and sure enough, there were zombies at my door.

"You're quiet Kitten," Kristof said. "This entire time, I didn't care what happened to me, so as long as I had someone to survive with, man or woman. I'm glad I chose wisely."

I stared at the dead. "I promise Kirstof," I drove out into the streets and saw zombies attacking people and other houses. Ignoring all of it, I headed towards the mountains. "I am not going to die. No matter what happens; I will live, I will survive. Only because you asked."