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?



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9. Nightmares.

We decided to put out the fire and get some sleep. I was used to sleep in trees so the couch was a whole new thing for me, I was still trying to get comfortable with it. I threw myself down on the couch and placed my arms behind my head. Warren was making place on the counter for himself. He removed his hoodie, folded it gently and placed it on the counter; he did the exact same thing yesterday. He had a dark red T-shirt on, some worn out jeans with holes and red converse. Warren, the hyper-happy guy with red converse. I looked away. What was I doing? I shook the thoughts out of my head and sat up. This was beginning to annoy me, every time I looked at this guy my thoughts brought me somewhere else. It wasn’t me; I’m not like that, what was going on? I turned my head to see Warren standing without shirt on and in his boxers. I gasped and could feel my cheeks blush.

He turned around and I just gazed at his muscular body. I tried to remove my eyes and thoughts from his beautifully sculpted abs, his perfect sized biceps and his slightly hairy chest but he was actually really handsome. Not just some abs on a skinny guy and not too muscular neither. ’Pull...Yourself...Together’ I thought face palming myself. I floated back into the couch and heard Warren hopping up on the counter. The store was completely dark; all I could see was the outline of things.

“Goodnight, Mystery girl” he mumbled from the counter and I could hear him smile into his words. I got a strange feeling inside.

“Night, Hyper-happy Guy…Warren” I heard him giggle and let out an confused ‘what?’. Hyper-happy guy? Yearh that’s just excellent, Dana. ‘You are going soft, Dana…Feelings get you killed’ I heard a distant voice whisperer in my mind. A man, named Gary told me that when I was 14 and it have been stuck in my mind ever since. I didn’t know if I should be worried about those voices in my head or just thank them for giving me some good old advice, and getting me on the right path again.

Silent filled the room again; the only thing I could hear was my own breath. In with the fresh infected air, and out again. Maybe Warren was right, if this zombie-virus really exists, its best for me to have people around me…humans…watching my back…well I’ve made it alone so far haven’t I? But…I don’t know what to do, for the first time in a long time; I really don’t know what to do. Should I stay with Warren? I don’t trust him enough, but it’s a risk I may be forced to take if I want to stay alive. I don’t wanna make any fast decisions; first I’ll have to find out what’s going on with those pale skinned-red eyed people. One thing at the time.

“Dana” I said low, I didn’t know if he heard me or if he still was awake but I felt like it was time; Time to tell him my name.

“mmh?” the counter creaked.

“It’s Dana. My name” I replied. He laughed gently.

“I know” he said, I turned around on the couch in confusion, “Your name is engraved in the knife you lent me” He explained sounding like he was about to drift away into sleep.

“But….I….If you knew it all along why did you ask?” I questioned more confused than ever and sat up on the couch.

“I wanted to hear it from you” the counter creaked again. ”You know what? You’re good enough Dana, you just need time” he yawned.

Hear it from me? Just need time? Maybe this guy was different from others, maybe…be careful now, Dana. Don’t let yourself get tricked. I laid back down, and fell asleep with those sentences stuck in my head. I woke up bathed in sweat, I’d had a nightmare, but I didn’t remember about what. My feet hit the floor and I looked at Warren who was still sleeping on the counter, I decided to take a walk outside and get some fresh air. I hated nightmares, they always made me dizzy, and living in one didn't exactly help. You wake up from a nightmare, and think everything is all right. Just a nightmare you think, but no it's not all right and it's not just a nightmare. The nightmares just continue long after you've woken up.

I walked to the car, leaned against it and felt the cold breeze on my cheeks. I gazed at the stars and they brought me back to the day I realized my mom wouldn’t come back. I was sitting alone and gazing at the stars just like now, then reality hit me like a brick wall, she wasn’t coming back this time. I think I cried for weeks. I see it as wasted weeks. All that crying wouldn’t bring her back.

‘I have to let go of you and you have to let go of me’ her soft voice was a thing that would never leave my mind.

I walked away from the gas station, only a few meters, to get the thoughts out of my head, but that lead to pain in my leg. As I walked I closed my eyes, more and more, trying to ignore the pain. I slowly began to hump. My eyes flew open, two hands landed hard on my shoulders and pushed me down to the ground. Somebody tied my wrists quick and yanked me down on my stomach. The rope around my wrists was so tight that it cut into my flesh. Warren that son of a b*tch, I knew I couldn’t trust him. I screamed and squirmed. Just when I thought it couldn’t get worse I felt blood running out of my nose, great, nosebleed. Now? Really? I heard a man speak, not Warren but a stranger, before something or someone hit me hard and everything went black.

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