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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7. Nothing but an apocalypse.

“Great” I mumbled low and grabbed my bow. Before I walked off to kill them I looked at Warren, he sent a slight nod at me.

He finds a big branch and moves towards one of them. I shoot an arrow right through the head of one standing close to him, trying to grab him. He looks at the Dragger, then up at me and nods thankfully. He smashes a Dragger in the head and it lands hard on the ground without moving, blood gushing out of its skull. Okay three draggers left, I whistle to get Warrens attention and then points at a Dragger standing not far away from him, then I shoot another one in the throat. It runs around holding its throat and I can almost hear how the air is whistling out of it when it pulls the arrow out and lands on the ground, squirming. I look to my left to see Warren knocking the shit out of dragger number 4#, blood covers the branch and Warren’s shirt.

“Nice” I said looking impressed at the now faceless body. He swept his brow and looked with disgust on his bloody shirt.

I search around for the last Dragger, at first I don’t see it but then I realize, it’s sitting near one of the other Draggers and…eating of it? I’ve never seen them do that before, weird. I hear Warren behind me coming closer, he’s breathing heavily.

“Wow, that’s sick” he whispers and throws the bloody branch away.

“I’ve never seen them eat each other before” I said covering my mouth with my hand. “Give me my knife” I rushed not looking at him just holding my hand out. He hands me it and I walk a little closer to the Dragger. The sound of flesh being chewed and pulled makes me stop. 

“I don’t know what you’re doing, but I don’t think it’s a good idea” I hear him say as I walk closer, studying the Dragger carefully.

“I don’t care what you think” I answer absent, still gazing at the Dragger. I moved closer and closer until I was standing right behind it.

Warren sighed, “No of course you don’t”, I heard him walk closer, but I stopped him by holding my hand up. Then I grabbed the shoulder of the Dragger and turned it around. Dead eyes stared into mine and made me jump back. Her cheek was chewed off and some disgusting yellow teeth were showing. I turned to Warren.

“It’s a…Girl, a little girl” I said and then felt something touching my arm.

I again jumped away in chock, and saw the little girl, standing with blood and flesh hanging from her mouth. A lonely little girl with no people around her, no group, no friends...no mother.

“Hey there little girl, are you lost? Where’s your mother?”  I said soft, my eyes filled with tears at the last word. I didn’t pay attention to her missing cheek or her dead looks; the only thing I cared about was where her mother could be. She stretched her arms out.

“That’s no little girl, that’s not even one of those dragger-things, get away from her!” I heard Warren yell.

The girl walks towards me and growls like a wild animal. She was foaming at her mouth. Her skin pale as snow, her walk was not even a walk it’s like she’s dragging herself. She didn’t look like a dragger, and she didn’t seemed human neither. She had wounds and scars but no blood. Her jaw was hanging and her arms stretched out from her body. Tiny pieces of flesh were loose on her face. I’ve lived since all this crap started, with draggers, and I’ve never seen that before.

I don’t move, I’m paralyzed because I suddenly realize what I’m looking at; this thing, it’s like a zombie. The eyes, they’re…. Dead…there is absolutely no life in them, no energy, nothing. I feel chills down my spine as I become aware of the situation again. The girl falls to the grown, and I realize Warren has taken the knife out of my hand and stabbed her, or that thing, I don’t’ know what to call it, whatever it is I don’t feel good about it.

“I…she was just…” I mumble while Warren looks questioning on me.

“A little girl? That thing…was not just a little girl” he states and pulls the knife out of her head.

“She looked dead; like a zombie” I said and cleared my throat.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s some kind of disease, virus, you know. I’ve seen them before. 2 weeks ago I stumbled into some people looking like her. Pale skin, dragging movement, the foaming and that awful dead look” he said gazing at the dead body.

“A zombie virus? Seriously?” I uttered sceptical.

“The Government shutdown and the CDC have been closed in many years now, we wouldn’t even know if there was an outbreak of something. Big forests suddenly appeared and covered the cities. People are becoming crazy, then cannibals, or as you call them, Draggers. A zombie-virus will actually not surprise me” he said and threw the knife to me.

I placed it in my pocket were it belonged and shrugged as an answer to his little speech. He was right, it actually doesn’t sound so impossible. This is it, the apocalypse, a war between sanity and insanity. Survivor vs. survivor, Human vs. beast, and if Warren is right, also a war between living and dead. The world is falling apart, if a zombie-virus can happen, everything can happen. I’m just waiting for the day I’ll see an UFO landing in front of me, and little green men walking out of it like they own the place. Then they’ll sh*t all over this earth and be like ´You guys were right all along, we do exist, but we guess it doesn’t matter now were you’re dead and the planet is all f*cked up. Well see ya’…or maybe not´.

“So what do we do now?” he sighed.

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