Left outside alone.

Dana's mother got sick and left her alone in a world with guns, cannibals and crazy people. She was 10 years then, now she's 18 . She doesn't trust anyone and has no problem killing. She's not scared and quite strong, but will she survive alone? or will she have to get along and make a group with what she hates the most (people) to stay alive?


2. Helpless little men.

Three years past by and well…now I’m here, sitting on a rock and wondering what to do. I sleep in the trees so the Draggers can’t get to me, it won’t be a problem to find a tree I’m surrounded by them. By looking at the sun I would guess the clock was about 8am and it was time for me to move on. I grabbed my hunting knife and started making an arrow as I walked.

I heard the crunching sound of leaves getting stepped on, it came from behind. I turned around and pointed the knife towards the sound. Nothing. I took a deep breath and went on. The sound filled my ears again and I pulled my bow this time. I tossed and turned, but there was nothing. Was I becoming crazy? Suddenly I felt cold metal on the back of my head; I turned around and saw a man pointing a glock gun at me. Great, one of them. His blond, slicked back hair made him look like a villain from one of the 90' action movies. A necklace hung from his neck, with a name, I assume was his, engraved into it. Alan, it said.

“What do you want…Alan?” I huffed, while pointing my Bow at him, feeling the adrenalin flare up inside of me. His eyes widened while he moved the necklace under his shirt. A scent of sweat and old blood hung in the air after his movement.

”Got any food, sugar?” his husky voice tinkled in my ears and made my heart writhe. He could easily play the villain in a movie, do doubt about that. He shoved the barrel of the gun on to my forehead and eyed me up; leered at me like I was some kind of doll. I narrowed my eyes and tried to outstare him but he didn’t seem to notice.

”No, I don’t have any food” I removed his gun from my head, pushing it to the side. My confidence came back to me and my eyes fell ice-cold on him. He grinned.

”You’re alone?” I thought about the question and squeezed my eyes. The wind blew some hair in my face. ‘You’re alone?’ must be the most terrifying question I know, mostly because I so bad want to answer ‘no’ and feel safe just for once.

“Maybe…maybe not” I kept eye contact with him “Maybe I got a whole group somewhere?” he raised an eyebrow and looked around.

“I don’t think you have” he whispered and placed the gun in his belt. The chance was right there, my chance, the one I’d been waiting for. “But I have” my eyes widened and I took it, the chance. I kicked him, making him stumble back and almost fall.

“Wh-” I knocked him to the ground before he could finish the sentence, only a low groan escaped from his lips. The gun felt heavy in my hands as I pulled it out of his belt.

I pressed the gun against his head and snarled “Who are you with? How many? And where?” I pressed the gun harder against his head after he refused to answer. This was no game, I needed information’s and I needed them now. If he had a group wandering around out here I wouldn’t like to encounter them. People are crazy.

“Not here, some miles away…so we can safely make out without getting caught” a devilish smirk spread across his face. He didn’t show his fear or maybe he wasn’t afraid. I guess it wasn’t his first time neither to get a gun pointed at his face.

“I would shut my mouth if I was you, jack*ss” I spat and heard a rough laughter behind me, bringing shivers down my spine.

I switched weapons, so I held my knife to Alan's throat and pointed the gun at the stranger without looking at him.

“Awe, Alan you’ve got a new friend there I see” the rough voice continued.

“Get in front of me” I uttered. I didn’t hear him move and became impatient “Now!” I commanded.’ Always keep the enemy in sight’ moms voice echoed in my mind. Like it always did.

“Why don’t you just calm down and come with us, we have a group, food, shower, everything” he said stepping in front of me. Did he say food?. ”It’s not safe out there with those insane people”. My eyes travelled around their bodies, trying to find any kind of weapons, but they didn’t have any.

I jumped away from them and frowned “I do fine on my own, just get away from me, okay. I don’t have anything and I certainly don’t need anything”. I don’t want nor need those idiots to take care of me. They think I’m weak? Hell no.

“What about my gun?” Alan shouted at me as I walked away slowly. My fist clenched. I turned around and pointed my bow at him, ready to shoot. He raised one hand and backed off.

His friend was still standing there with a grumpy look on his face, “It’s your choice, but I think you should come, we could help you.” He said looking down. Oh so he was the “friendly” one, he wanted to “help” me. F*ck you, I thought. Without any particular reason, I felt upset. It could be because of the situation, their way of speaking or just my attitude kicking in, I don’t know.

“I don’t need help, do I look like a helpless baby to you?” I said in a calm but angry tone, pointing the bow at him and stepping a little closer. He backed off raising both hands like he was surrendering.

“Fine, if you don’t wanna come, don’t come” he sighed, turned around and went off with Alan.

“God I hate people” I muttered. But well I got a gun now, that’s something. I know they only tried to help, but I’ve just got a gun pointed to my face way too many times now, and it’s pissing me of every time. Enough is enough. There is no point in getting friends with anyone; they’re just going to die anyway.

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