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Just as I turned away, the car smashed into a tree. I blacked out, and the last thing I remembered was smoke.
I heard some indistinct mumbling as my eyes fluttered open. It looked as if I had been out for hours, because I wasn’t daytime anymore. It was pitch-black; I could barely see 5 feet in front of me. I examined myself, and found a huge cut into my leg and one of my fingers twisted in the wrong direction. I slowly stood up, and tried not to let out a moan of pain in case anything was watching.
“Emily? Mike? Claire? Are any of you guys here?” I slowly limped across the sideways car. “Fuck my leg….”
I found a bit of blood splatter, but no one else at crash site. All of our packs, even mine, were gone. There wasn’t even a blood trail to follow. I was injured, alone, and supply-less in the apocalypse. The only weapons I had were a (thankfully) fully loaded Desert Eagle and a bread knife. And it was a f**king sharp bread knife.
I made my way deeper into the forest and found an old camp. There was a camouflage one-person tent along with some empty food cans. The stuff looked blood splattered, but recently lived in. Hopefully, that was just my imagination.
I lay inside the tent, a black sleeping bag softening the ground. It almost reminded me of when I met Emily. I slept, not nightmare-less unfortunately. I dreamt of killing Kenny again. But then there was more of a happy dream. It was of my family and me. We were at our yearly family picnic. My sister Queen and my brother Patrick were there. It was definitely in the past, because I was so small, I was still a baby. Queen was about looked about 6, and Patrick was 8. Mom and Dad were gone of course, we were with our adoptive parents, but I saw Mom and Dad. They came behind my adoptive parents and started to eat them. They were rotting. Pat was screaming and he grabbed Queen’s hand and started running after she picked me up. We ran and ran and ran, finally outrunning them. I awoke panting.
That never really happened though. Even if the outbreak had happened then, dad was in prison and mom was in the loony bin. So it wasn’t real. But even in that dream, the same thing happened. Everything was good and fun, and then the world goes to shit. As for my siblings, I had to shoot a turned Queen, and who knows where the hell my in-college brother is.

I heard the sound of footsteps, not shambling footsteps. I grabbed my Desert Eagle and came out of the tent fast. I pointed my gun straight at the person before even getting a good look at him.
“If you move I swear I will take out your eyes,” I hissed.
“You’re the one shaking Mr. Smart One,” the tall boy smirked.
I raised my eyebrow at him, and slowly lowered my gun, but careful not to lower my guard.
“Really, so I’m a man now? God, you’re worse than Michael. What’s your name kid?” I rolled my eyes.
“Is Michael your brother or your…. Partner?” he asked looking questioningly.
“Why, you interested buddy? You are worse than Michael. Get to my question already.”
“My name’s Shane, and if you’re also wondering what I’m doing, I’m surviving. Now how about you?” he smirked again. “And no, I’m not interested.”
“I’m Rose, and I’m looking for my group. We were in this car trying to take a vote and I kinda hit the car into a tree while I was distracted.”
“Holy shit you’re a girl! Seriously?” Shane looked at me in astonishment, reexamining me.
“I always thought of myself as a tomboy, but damn, you are definitely not the brightest bulb. Do you want me to help me find my friends or what?”
“Uh… I got nothing better to do. Who’s in you group?” he asked.
“Well there’s a blonde girl named Emily who’s probably about 4 inches shorter than me, and little girl who’s about 8 named Claire, and a brunette guy about my same height named Michael. Do you have any group mates?” I asked, trying to get an assessment of what I was dealing with.
“Nah just me, I’m a loner ya know. I go solo, lone dog. One against the world, only-“
“Okay I get, you’re trying to look cool. You seriously have to work on your pick-up lines Shane. I bet I could woo a girl better than you. Considering I’ve already been mistaken for a guy,” I laughed as we walked in the direction I think they followed.
“So your guys just left you, with your busted leg, on the side of the road with no provisions. That’s cold, even for this world. Did they even know if you were alive?” he asked.
“Honestly, I’ve got no clue. You know anything about what happened to Hawaii?” I asked curiously.
“I know it’s a ‘Safe Zone’, but that’s a load of crap. No place is safe,” Shane sighed.
“Seriously, damn my friend Emily had her heart set on going to there. Before phones went down her friend was talking all about how thoroughly they check new comers. But in order to even think about going there we need a boat, which we haven’t got yet. To be honest, I think it’s just a pipe dream. But her heart’s just so set on it,” I trailed off.
“I didn’t ask for your whole life story Rosy. And the phones went down a long time ago. It’ll be 3 years since the world went to shit soon, seems longer though. Anything could’ve happened in 3 years,” he sighed.
“You’ve kept track of time?” I asked, astonished as we made our way further into the forest.
“Not much else to do,” he smirked. “Shhh!”
“What?!” I whispered.
“I see a fire,” he pointed towards some low embers not too far off.
I lips stretched into a grin as I heard some familiar voices.

Description
Just as I turned away, the car smashed into a tree. I blacked out, and the last thing I remembered was smoke.
I heard some indistinct mumbling as my eyes fluttered open. It looked as if I had been out for hours, because I wasn’t daytime anymore. It was pitch-black; I could barely see 5 feet in front of me. I examined myself, and found a huge cut into my leg and one of my fingers twisted in the wrong direction. I slowly stood up, and tried not to let out a moan of pain in case anything was watching.
“Emily? Mike? Claire? Are any of you guys here?” I slowly limped across the sideways car. “Fuck my leg….”
I found a bit of blood splatter, but no one else at crash site. All of our packs, even mine, were gone. There wasn’t even a blood trail to follow. I was injured, alone, and supply-less in the apocalypse. The only weapons I had were a (thankfully) fully loaded Desert Eagle and a bread knife. And it was a f**king sharp bread knife.
I made my way deeper into the forest and found an old camp. There was a camouflage one-person tent along with some empty food cans. The stuff looked blood splattered, but recently lived in. Hopefully, that was just my imagination.
I lay inside the tent, a black sleeping bag softening the ground. It almost reminded me of when I met Emily. I slept, not nightmare-less unfortunately. I dreamt of killing Kenny again. But then there was more of a happy dream. It was of my family and me. We were at our yearly family picnic. My sister Queen and my brother Patrick were there. It was definitely in the past, because I was so small, I was still a baby. Queen was about looked about 6, and Patrick was 8. Mom and Dad were gone of course, we were with our adoptive parents, but I saw Mom and Dad. They came behind my adoptive parents and started to eat them. They were rotting. Pat was screaming and he grabbed Queen’s hand and started running after she picked me up. We ran and ran and ran, finally outrunning them. I awoke panting.
That never really happened though. Even if the outbreak had happened then, dad was in prison and mom was in the loony bin. So it wasn’t real. But even in that dream, the same thing happened. Everything was good and fun, and then the world goes to shit. As for my siblings, I had to shoot a turned Queen, and who knows where the hell my in-college brother is.

I heard the sound of footsteps, not shambling footsteps. I grabbed my Desert Eagle and came out of the tent fast. I pointed my gun straight at the person before even getting a good look at him.
“If you move I swear I will take out your eyes,” I hissed.
“You’re the one shaking Mr. Smart One,” the tall boy smirked.
I raised my eyebrow at him, and slowly lowered my gun, but careful not to lower my guard.
“Really, so I’m a man now? God, you’re worse than Michael. What’s your name kid?” I rolled my eyes.
“Is Michael your brother or your…. Partner?” he asked looking questioningly.
“Why, you interested buddy? You are worse than Michael. Get to my question already.”
“My name’s Shane, and if you’re also wondering what I’m doing, I’m surviving. Now how about you?” he smirked again. “And no, I’m not interested.”
“I’m Rose, and I’m looking for my group. We were in this car trying to take a vote and I kinda hit the car into a tree while I was distracted.”
“Holy shit you’re a girl! Seriously?” Shane looked at me in astonishment, reexamining me.
“I always thought of myself as a tomboy, but damn, you are definitely not the brightest bulb. Do you want me to help me find my friends or what?”
“Uh… I got nothing better to do. Who’s in you group?” he asked.
“Well there’s a blonde girl named Emily who’s probably about 4 inches shorter than me, and little girl who’s about 8 named Claire, and a brunette guy about my same height named Michael. Do you have any group mates?” I asked, trying to get an assessment of what I was dealing with.
“Nah just me, I’m a loner ya know. I go solo, lone dog. One against the world, only-“
“Okay I get, you’re trying to look cool. You seriously have to work on your pick-up lines Shane. I bet I could woo a girl better than you. Considering I’ve already been mistaken for a guy,” I laughed as we walked in the direction I think they followed.
“So your guys just left you, with your busted leg, on the side of the road with no provisions. That’s cold, even for this world. Did they even know if you were alive?” he asked.
“Honestly, I’ve got no clue. You know anything about what happened to Hawaii?” I asked curiously.
“I know it’s a ‘Safe Zone’, but that’s a load of crap. No place is safe,” Shane sighed.
“Seriously, damn my friend Emily had her heart set on going to there. Before phones went down her friend was talking all about how thoroughly they check new comers. But in order to even think about going there we need a boat, which we haven’t got yet. To be honest, I think it’s just a pipe dream. But her heart’s just so set on it,” I trailed off.
“I didn’t ask for your whole life story Rosy. And the phones went down a long time ago. It’ll be 3 years since the world went to shit soon, seems longer though. Anything could’ve happened in 3 years,” he sighed.
“You’ve kept track of time?” I asked, astonished as we made our way further into the forest.
“Not much else to do,” he smirked. “Shhh!”
“What?!” I whispered.
“I see a fire,” he pointed towards some low embers not too far off.
I lips stretched into a grin as I heard some familiar voices.