Here's chapter 2! Also, before you go on to the chapter, I just wanted to clearly state that Isabella's mother's death was a memory if you guys didn't quite catch that. It had already happened, but she was just thinking about it. Continue to review/ follow please! Thanks!
"Time = Life, Therefore, waste your time and waste of your life, or master your time and master your life." Alan Lakein
It's really hard to tell the time these days. I never really knew how useful watches could be until now. I was always that type of time management gal, so it bothers me that this world has taken even that away from me.
I don't really know where I'm heading honestly, for I just sort of walk and try to find food and water and supplies. I always wonder what will happen once the supplies on earth begin to run out. From what it seems like, it's going to be a long time until this damn virus ends, but the remaining survivors will keep using up supplies in the meantime. So what'll happen when it all runs out?
Since I'm running low on food, I decide to head near the rode so I can begin scavenging some food and water by an abandoned house or building. I cross the street as quickly as I can so that I don't get spotted by walkers or bad people. Once I arrive at the building, I give the window a quick knock, just to let me know if I can handle the amount of walkers inside or not. I had learned this tactic on my own through trial-and-error.
After a few minutes or so, only about two walkers seem to be banging by the door, so I take out my knife and open the door slowly but firmly. I immediately stab the one closest to me, and swing my arm around followed by my body so I can stab the other one. They both fall to the ground, and I grin a grin of success.
The place seemed to be an old mini mart. Almost all of it seemed ransacked, but there were a few bags of chips and waters here and there. I noticed that there was a section of medications, so I decided to take a look at them. The shelves were identical to the ones in the rest of the store: empty, but I went ahead and took whatever left over bottles I thought would be useful for the future. I hear some noise from outside, and I quickly hide, not knowing if its dead walkers or living walkers. I begin to hear faint voices, knowing that at least one of them is a male. I stay hidden and try to keep quiet, for I do not know if this is a filthy man.
My mother and I once had an encounter with three filthy men, each taking a turn on my mother. Her pleads and cries of help still pierce my ears to this day. I was still so young and clueless then, for I was only 12 when this had happened. The men had kicked me a bit and told me to wait behind the car or else they'd shoot me and my mother. They were going to rob me of my innocence, too, until my mother eventually beat one of them up, and shot the one that was heading towards me. I eventually had shot the guy my mother had beat up as my mother stabbed the remaining one. I didn't actually know what was happening to her when it had happened, until after her death when I started thinking about our times together. I suppose I realized what men would do to a woman if they didn't have to get caught. These men must've been dancing with the devil. That was the day her eyes had lost their shine completely. Her beauty had left her, along with her dignity.
My muscles loosen a bit as I begin to hear a female's voice. "Keep it quick and just try to find the baby formula and some bottles. We'll search for some more tomorrow," the woman said. Her voice had a southern accent to it, but it was beautiful. Her voice was soft and comforting, yet I could tell she was strong by the way she talked.
All of a sudden, I noticed that a rat began to head towards my way. I quietly tried to shoo it away, but the damn rat kept coming closer and kept squeeking. As I moved backwards a bit, I hit one of the shelves, causing for a few things to come tumbling down upon my head. "Ow!" I whispered to myself. When I look up, I notice a crossbow and woman is in my face.
"I'm not here to cause harm. Please just let me be on my way, don't touch me, please," I said nervously. "We're not going to hurt you sweetheart, as long as you don't hurt us," the woman stated. I noticed that she was young and beautiful. "No, ma'am, those aren't my intentions. I'm just here trying to survive just like you," I said. The woman smiled and helped me get up off the floor. "The name's Isabella Gonzalez," I said as I shook the woman's hand and nodded to the guy. "I'm Maggie and this is Daryl," Maggie said pointing to the man. He seemed pretty intimidating, but in heroic way. "Are you alone?" Daryl asked. I haven't had to verbally state my loneliness yet. "Yes, I have been for almost a year now," I admitted. They both seemed pretty shocked once I told them. I didn't understand why, though. Sure it was difficult to keep breathing, but I imagine I'm not the only one to accomplish this. "How've you managed that?" Maggie asked still a bit astonished. "My mother taught me a lot before she…before she," I kept quiet, not wanting to finish that sentence. The look on their faces assured me that they knew what had happened to my mother. "I suppose I'm also good with knives and bows. Had a long bow, but I have lost it a few months ago," I stated. It was quiet for moment as Maggie and Daryl conversed a silent conversation with their eyes. After a moment, Maggie had asked me If I wanted to join their group.
Before I knew it, I was at the gates of a prison. Looks like today's timing was well planned out by Him.
