It had been a month since Ana turned. It had been a year and a half since the apocalypse started. I was now twenty-one and Ana was eight. I felt alone. It was lonely and I continued to stay in my car. I had been eating every three days and I had to drink rainwater. I felt like I was going crazy. I had absolutely no water and food and the last time I ate was three days ago. I wanted to give up. I wanted to be with the rest of my family in heaven.

I decided today was the day my life would end.
I left the car and screamed as loud as I could. I saw crowds of zombies running toward me. I then held up the gun and shot myself. I then felt the pain and hit the floor. I laid down on the ground bleeding and waiting to die.

A/n
This chapter is fliped. So read the chapter last. Then chapter five before this one.  This is the end. I hope y'all enjoyed it.