"MOM?!"

I ran to the front porch of my house in complete terror.

"MOM! NO!"

I took the first 3 steps on the porch, I stabbed the walker that was to the right of me in the head so it collapsed right at my feet. I did the same to the left and bent down to look at my mother.

"Oh no..mom.."

She was completely destroyed. Her skin had been ripped apart with organs everywhere from being eaten by zombies.

I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, jolting around as to believe it was a zombie.

But no..?

It was my mother, she had her hand resting on my shoulder as a sign of she was okay, I stood up and turned around completely before going in for a hug.

Just seconds before she lunged at me, I fell backward, onto the body I was just admiring. My mom has now disappeared and in her place a zombie woman. Grabbing at my collarbones and neck, trying to get a taste of my flesh and blood.

I could barely reach my knife on the side, just slightly below my fingers. I started losing grip on the zombie it had gotten closer to my face, chomping its teeth so they cling together. I took one push, pushing the zombie off of me at least by a foot or two. That gave me the chance and I finally reached my knife.

Bringing it up and around to stab the walker in the head, so Ido just that. Blood splattering all over my face and torso.

I panted

Finally I had pushed the zombie off of my body after it collapsed, I look behind me and still see blood everywhere. On the porch. On the railing. The door. And me.

Everywhere..

I never even got to tell her that I love her..

***

I woke up in the prison cell. Breathing at a fast pace out my nose. Looking around like I didn't know where I was. After a good minute I settled down. Some people were talking downstairs and it sounded like they were having fun?

I look at my arm. It definitely bled last night. I could tell that by the signs of the dried blood on my skin and the cold grey wall.

I heard a knock at the wall just outside my cell. I look up to see a happy old man. I admire his outfit. Wearing a white button down and dark grey suspenders matching his dark grey pants.

As I look down his figure I notice something unusual.

One of his feet are missing. He's got crutches for himself.

"Was that before or after" I said nodding towards his foot.

"After" he said calmly and looking down at it. "I heard you cut your arm? I'm just here to look at it and check it." He paused. "To make sure it's not infected"

I nodded slowly. Shortly after he limped his way over to me, he had sat on the bed. And just now am I realizing the first aid he's got in his other hand.

He opened the first aid up carefully. He then reached for my arm. I was scared by the sudden movement so I flinched. He paused what he was doing.

"It's okay, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm trying to help you"

He smiled happily at me.

I grinned back.

Finally he reached for my arm again and looked at the cut.

I winced in pain from my arm being sore. He grabbed a bandage on the top of the supplies in the first aid. And carefully wrapped them around my arm. I cringed at the feeling.

"Yknow" he paused "even though you just got here, and I barley know you" he chuckled "you seem like a generally nice person"

I looked up at him to look him in the eyes.

"Yeah we'll don't.. we're just here because one of your men shot me and my boyfriend. We'll be out of here soon enough"

His smile faded. And he looked back at the bandage to continue his job.

Once he was done he closed the first aid and struggled to get up. I just watched him. He finally got up and limped over to the cell door.

"I can leave this open if you'd like.. get some fresh air"

"Why"

"I trust you.." he smiled

He then left going around the barrier and down the stairs.

How could he trust a person he just met? Thats insane. I didn't move from the spot where I woke up. I just sat there deciding if I should run now or not. But I couldn't. Not without jack. So I slowly pushed myself off the bed with my left arm and I wobbled on my feet as for not using them in the last 12 hours.

I got to the cell door in only 4 steps, I had peeked my head around the corner to see people, they were talking. I took another step and had walked out of the cell.

There were two girls, one shorter with bright blonde hair, she wore a basic tank-top that was a cream color,  she was smiling taking to the taller one, who had short brown hair, and a green shirt on. They both had khaki jeans on, I looked up at the taller one.

The tall girl didn't notice because her back was turned to me. But the shorter one did notice me. She had waved to me. And that's what got the taller ones attention to turn around past her shoulder and look me dead in the eyes.

She just grinned and had turned back around to talk to the shorter one. I looked over the railing to my right. And down to the first floor. There were more cells. I look again to my right to see a big grey wall that has said "cell block C"

I made my way to the stairs and slowly walked down them. No one was downstairs anymore, I saw a cell opened slightly and I walked towards it.

I heard low muffles and growls coming from the cell. I opened the door, it was hard to see from the darkness that caved over the door.

"Hello?" I questioned

Not seconds later a figure jumped out at me, a man. No..not a man. A zombie, he had jumped on me and I screamed in terror.

Someone came rushing from the left of us, and grabbed the zombie by the head stabbing him with a pocket knife.

Panting the figure pushed the zombie off of me and reached his hand out.

I pushed his hand away and got up myself. I wiped myself off just to look at the zombie.

What

The

Fuck

"JACK" I cried out

I bent down and looked at his face as a tear started to run down my eye.

"What did you do!?" I turn to the figure standing there.

He was a tall man. Taller than the scruffy man. He had a shadow beard and a white shirt, he had light brown pants that went down to his ankles.

"I didn't do nothing"

"Fuck!"

I look back at Jack on the ground zombified.

"He must've died back at the convenient store..when Daryl hit him," the figure said

i cried on top of him

this was it. this was my final reason. i had nothing left to live for. I looked up at the figure tears falling down my cheeks. he looks generally disappointed.

"I'm Rick" he then stated.

I got up on my feet and watched me the whole time. i walked past him hitting his shoulder. he didn't say a word. I walked up the stairs and back to my cell slamming the door. i heard ricks footsteps start fading as I sat on the bed crying as i thought about what i had just seen. everyone i know and love is gone...

i have no one.