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Shane's Pain

Alone In The Dark

I awoke. It was quick, but it felt slow. I trembled as I forced myself to sleep. Thunder roared outside. You know when people say fear gets you killed? Well that's baloney. A single tear drop went down my cheek, splashing on my shirt. I was separated at child birth and forced to live with an abusive mother and father in a foster home. All I wanted was to see my real mothers face. It was my only wish, and it never came true. When I was 10 or 11, police came to my foster home one day and informed me my mother was dead. Naturally, I was shocked. But when I realized how, I was angry. My mother died from Drug Overdose and since then, I have coached myself to never drink, smoke or take drugs. After my mothers death, I was wondering about my father. the only thing I know of him is that he was called Shane. That's it. No photos, nothing. When the outbreak happened, I had fled my foster home. Of course my so called "parents" didn't even care about me so I was free to go. In my eyes, I believed the broadcast was real but in their eyes, not so much.

Now here I am, 2 months later, fighting for my life against dead people. Oh joy joy. I had snuck into a house, it had boarded windows and winter rations enough for me to stay as long as I want. I had looked around the night before and it was owned by a family of 5. It had an outdoor pool and a stack of guns in the living room. Upstairs where walkers that I had to put down. Before I had to flee into the house, I witnessed my best friend die. It was my fault. We where running because we where low on ammo. I accidentally shot him in the leg, disabling him and causing him to be eaten alive by the walkers. Since then I have got depressed on so many occasions, but some how I keep my morals. Just. The house was painted pink inside and out, which made me snicker the first time I saw it. The house was pretty small, but it was enough.

I could still hear walkers outside. I hope there would be a cure soon, or I don't think I can hold out much longer. I heard on the broadcast that the CDC where working on a cure, but that's when it stopped.

I sighed. I was hungry. Ever since leaving my "group" my friend and I have been conserving rations. I fished out a baked bean can from the kitchen cupboard and hurriedly opened it up.
But before I could start eating, I heard a noise. It was like a static noise and It was coming from upstairs. I raced up the stairs as fast as The Flash.

And there it was, a black walkie-talkie lying on the floor. How hadn't I seen this before?

Notes

Sorry for the black writing, I just can't seem to change it. Oh well, enjoy :)

Comments

@Mulejuice2
Thanks.

Zack Walsh Zack Walsh
12/27/13

This sounds interesting as hell.
Definetly going to read this when I get the chance :)

Old Snake Old Snake
12/27/13