Chapter 1; Emmy And Bonny
I sat around the campfire, it wasn't much but it was honest work, it made hot, crispy pops at smoke filtered the air,my sister Emmy was sitting on a log, just the opposite side of me staring down into the fire, i stared at her before looking down at the fire too, it was ever so hot. I couldn't help but sniffle a little when my younger sister babbled the words, `What happened to the world? Why does it have to be so hard? ` I answered with a sigh, `Because it does, and I'm not sure how it happened, and we may never know. Someone could've ate medicine that was rotten or something, died from it, and then came back to life. `
We were sitting in a forest, four logs facing each other with a campfire in the middle, if people were sitting on all the logs and closing their eyes, it would've looked like a ritual. It was very scary in the dark, especially with the flesh eating walkers that surrounded us. `Eugh! That would've been one of the most horriblest ways to die, I bet you would feel so mucky, even muckier than we are and feel now. ` Emmy exclaimed.
I stood up, as Emmy layed down in the sleeping bag,one gun in a pocket with a couple boxes of ammo. I had a knife in the other pocket and a katana pocket with a katana inside that I wore around my shoulder. I was prepared for anything, I will admit, I wasn't the best at using guns, although, I did shoot walkers alot with it, but I was much better with knifes and katanas.
I glanced around the forest, distant growls and gurgles of walkers scared me, although I couldn't be scared if this was the world I lived in. I'd have to stand up and risk my life for my sisters.
I grew more scared and worried as the growls and gurgles became more clearer to hear, and as I started hearing slow foot steps, I took a gulp and pulled out my knife. Emmy must have woke up because I could hear heavy breathing and quiet sobbing behind me, I turned around, there she was, sitting in her sleeping bag, knife in hand, ready to attack anything that attacked her. I could see she was trying not to act scared,but it was clear she was, I think it was because she didn't want to seem weak, of course, she wasn't weak, it was just a natural instinct that triggered, fright.
`Have you got your gun? ` I asked. She replied with, `Yes, I think it's in my bag. `.
Two minutes later...
`I can hear them, they are here, they must've seen the fire. ` I said as a walker roamed into clear sight. `Let me get this one.` Emmy whispered. She approached the walker before a couple more came rushing out.
I could hear faint shouts of, `Let me go! Why am I here? ` Before I tried to get the black bag off my head, I knew it was a bag because it had happened before, when we met our people, sadly, some of them and our camp had a flood, most people drowned, me and Emmy made it out, but I'm not sure about our older sister, Lizzie, who had a disability. I don't want to tell Emmy, but that day when we were on the rooftop, scared from the rushing water, I saw Lizzie trying to get up, but the water pulled her down, I stared in horror as I saw Lizzie get dunked under water, I turned, not wanting to look, but I'm sure in the corner of my eye that she had grabbed onto a pole with her good arm and pulled herself up onto another roof, I didn't want to look, just in case I would've seen something that would've stuck in my head for years, little did I know just a little glimpse of nothing would've stayed in my mind for weeks, maybe even years. I told Emmy that we need to jump off of the houses roof and over the fence, to run away, it was a little cottage we were on, with a fence right next to it, there were little rows of these cottages with other rows facing each other, but it wasn't like that any more, the cottages had their walls ripped off and some roofs had holes.
I could hear Emmy being rude, shouting `Let me go you stupid people! `She must've been staring at a man, whom was more then likely ugly, because, he said roughly, `What ya' lookin' at, huh? ` Emmy then answered with, `you, what does it look like? ` I wanted to shout `Emmy, stop being rude! They will probably keep us longer! ` But it wouldn't come out, although it felt like it did because a woman replied with, `And were not going to let you go, we went to go get walkers to make you fall into that trap, not going to lie, you two little girls are brave saying your only, what are you? Ten?`. I muttered the words slowly and quietly, `No, we are both eleven. `, I heard Emmy turn to me. `Are you okay? ` She asked,before another woman came walking in, `Who tolled her she can speak to he other one? ` At these words I almost cried, does that mean I wouldn't be able to speak to my sister?
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