Before Me

"Where are you going?" The girl asked me, adjusting her baseball cap. "Portland, Oregon," I replied. "You'll never make it." She said, raising her eyebrows. I smiled dryly. "I know. But I'll give it a really good go." On a school trip to Washington DC, it happens: the zombie apocalypse. Fifteen year-old Sorcha Riley is alone in a strange country, with no idea if her family are alive. Her goal to cross the USA to find family in Oregon is far-fetched, but it's all she has. In a world gone to hell, no-one, not even Sorcha can tell who the real enemies are, the living, or the dead? A Walking Dead {video game} fanfiction.


2. The Goddamn Ninja


The Goddamn Ninja

For obvious reasons, I wasn't staying the night in Eosé. Me and Ludwig would have to find somewhere else, and relatively quickly. The sky was darkening and I usually had a nifty little hideaway by now.

Don't panic. Just don't panic. I repeated in my head, like the mantra it had grown to be. Panic will kill me, not zombies. There were numerous places in this city which looked fit, even if they were open. I spied the roof of a church up ahead.

The roof was flat, and there was a bell on top, inside a little shelter. I could sleep under there, and at the same time have an excellent surveillance point. There was, hovever, a slight problem. The door into the church, I found as I walked close to it, was blocked by a fallen pillar. I looked up, and out of the corner of my eye I noticed a relatively easy way to climb up the side.

But I had to think logically. Could I physically climb up there? Mentally, did I have the balls to? But where else was I going go go, especially at dusk? I smiled. I don't know why. I approached the bottom of where I was to climb. There was a large window ledge, about eight feet above the ground. I dragged a nearby rock over, panting and cursing. I was worried the sound would attract zombies, but I was mistaken.

Once I hauled myself onto the window ledge, my next goal was the door frame of the church. It was a large, flat ledge above the door, and for once I thanked the church for their arrogancy. It was about three feet away. I thought I could have made it straight up, but I did a running jump, just in case. I landed on my arse on the other side, but, hey, I was across.

I was about a third of the way up now, and I was shaking with exhaustion. I was so unfit, even for a zombie apocalypse survivor. I wasn't sleeping on this ledge, the thought of being surrounded by zombies in such a small space scared me. It was getting hard to see, but I had to keep going up.

Next, I dragged myself onto the ledge above me, which turned out to be part of a flat roof. But my eyes were on the actual roof, and it was about another fifteen feet higher. Damn churches for being so high.

On the far side of the ledge was a decorated wall, so packed full of crenellations that it would be easy enough to climb it. I put my foot on the sill at the bottom of a stained glass window. I could never decipher stained glass, so I hadn't a clue what it was. But, it was set slightly into the stone, and the stone around the edges was decorated with curving and jutting out designs of stone. I climbed it more or less like a ladder, ten feet into the air.

Now was the hardest part; I had to propel myself from my makeshift ladder to a ridge of stone, three feet above me. I lowered myself down onto my back leg, taking deep breaths. I reached one of my arms out, and then launched myself towards the ridge.

My arms flailed madly, trying to grab the ridge. One arm finally did, and the other followed. I hauled myself onto the roof, scraping my knee against the stone. I got to my feet and pinched the air. "YES!" I shouted, a smile on my face. I didn't care if anything could hear me. "Like a GODDAMN NINJA!" I was warmed by my triumph, and I settled down to sleep under the bell comfortably. I hadn't felt this safe in a while.

The young girl got to her feet. The world around her was spinning, and she herself felt like retching. In the distance, though what seemed to be an opaque black veil, her family stood.

"Mum! Dad! Lila!" She shouted, running towards them despite her nausea. She ran into the veil, but an agonising burning shot through her when she tried to touch it. As she squinted through the veil, she could see her family were all in black clothes, hugging each other and weeping. The girl called Lila was hysterical, and she was clutching a photograph turned into her chest.

The girl didn't need to ask who they were mourning. "No! I'm right here, Mum! Why can't you see me?" She was yelling into the sky, into the grey around her. But she knew the black veil stopped them from seeing her.

Her mother stared at her sadly, but the girl knew she couldn't see her. "What's happening? Mum, Dad? It's me, your daughter! Lila's twin, I'm right here! It's me, Sor..." Her voice was cut off by a mysterious agony, and the lost girl screamed and struggled as her family stood only metres away, oblivious and helpless.

The sun was high in the sky when I woke up. I could tell from my hands tangled in my hair that I had had a nightmare. Thankfully, I didn't remember many of my dreams.

It hadn't rained during the night, thankfully. The air was dry and hot, and the roof of the church was scorching hot. I cleared my throat.

"Goooooooood morning Vietnaaaaaaaaam!" I shouted, much as I did every morning, if the conditions were right. It was also a good test as to whether there were any zombies around. There weren't, which was strange. I had no idea where this city was, or what it was called, but cities always had zombies in them. Always.

I wondered if my own town had been ravaged by zombies. It was a small town, so maybe they would be able to stick together and hold out. Like in zombie movies. Every Halloween, my twin sister Lila and I had a zombie movie marathon. Maybe she'd be able to survive.

I grew up in a town called Glendanny, a small, easily forgotten town on the very north coast of Northern Ireland. I should still have been in Glendanny, but I had gone on a history trip to Washington DC days before the apocalypse started. Bummer.

I actually had had a zombie apocalypse survival kit hidden at the bottom of my wardrobe, as well as numerous plans and strategies for survival. I was embarrassed about them, because I was a bit of a nerdy doomsday prepper. But they only worked at home, not here. I hoped Lila found them, for her sake. My parents would be confused and sad, likely grieving what they assumed to be my death. Lila was going to be the glue holding them together.

As I stretched and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes, I hoped that back home, that my family was alive, and had as easy a morning as I had.

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