I never thoughts I'd be in this situation... Around all my friends... around all the comfort I needed among them... but surrounded by zombies that wanted to eat our flesh. Never in my life did I imagine all our deaths this way. "We're just kids!" I yelled at the hoard, even knowing it was hopeless to do so.
Who knew that I would be a survivor within this malicious time? I mean, I have strong legs to run fast and I'm physically strong, but I'm not really in the best physical shape and adding to this I tire easily... But I suppose in situations like these, this is purely natural. Though, nothing like this could ever be natural.
Where was I during this whole situation? I was just in bed, sleeping like I usually do until my iPod went off playing the start of "Gives you Hell" as always. I struggled to get up as my long, brown hair, that was always tied, came around to cover the left side of my face as always. I turned on the TV in my room as I proceeded to turn my iPod off, but then I heard a loud thud just outside the door in my parent's room. I shifted my gaze directly to the door and heard thumping over and over of what sounded like walking.
It seems as if mom and Cooper are up again because he can't breathe... I immediately thought as I heard this in the other room.
It was a normal thing... My brother had asthma after all, so it would be normal for her to rush in the livingroom to give her precious baby-boy a treatment. I scoffed at this and turned on my light to be returned with a response of scratching on my door. Dang it Cooper... get away from my door I merely thought, shrugging off that odd happening.
Lately, I developed a new routene
-TBC
-Reminder, due 2/16/11
