Here it is! Episode 1 of my new blog series: The Walking Dead. I hope you like this episode and episode 2 will be up soon (maybe tonight if enough people view this and comment)
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Episode 1: Little Glass Girl
The harsh bitterness of winter’s morning air glazed along the back of her neck, sending the sensation of an old hand gently stroking down the back of her spine. Here eyes were a deep dark hazel that now looked alone and lifeless and her once colourful cheeks had now faded from any colour at all as England’s rain fell from above. And as a once full of life 20 year olds blood slowly drained from her body, top half resting on a mud bank and her legs floating in the running stream, she lay waiting for dawn, when a group of survivors would find her and she would go on to kill 3 of them before they fire a bullet into the top of her skull.
14 days before:
Tyler Mathews looked out of the little crack in-between the window and planks of wood that he used to barricade his fellow survivors inside with and watched the empty street stand perfectly still while memories of a busy town centre slowly began to appear in his mind; so he looked away. Turning back round to see a group of 8 people, all of different ages and walks of life, sitting around looking at the wooden flooring and wishing for some miracle to fall into the laps was one of the most depressing things he‘s witnessed. The smell didn’t help. Rotten meat from a few days ago had been pushed up into the corner of the claustrophobic living area and the smell had seemed to have intensified over the last hour that passed, making everything seem much worse; everything seemed even more decayed.
Harriet, a small 12 year old girl who they’d found lying at the side of the road a few months back, looked incredibly fragile while sitting in the middle of the group. It seemed, if someone gave her a light little push that she would instantly fall into the pile of skinny bones. Harriet was the youngest of the group so it was no wonder why she would look the weakest but this was too extreme, this was if she was balancing on life or death and death was just tilting over to it’s side.
Tyler walked over to the food box, his footsteps and breathing being the only noise from any of them. He took a quick look inside the damp cardboard box that had duct tape around most of the edges, trying to keep it useable until they come across another one for storage the next time they all decide to go outside; it won’t be for a little while yet. He chucked bits of food from side to side, digging his way through to the bottom where he found an apple (that would probably pass as edible) and decide to take it, put the box back in its place and make his way over to the girl as fragile as glass.
“Here, take it”
She looked up at him, then at the apple, then back at him and went to protest before he stopped her.
“Just take it, I promise no one will mind”
She hesitated a little longer, before timidly wrapping her hand around the piece of fruit and taking it from him and instantly taking a bite from the side. He didn’t mind she didn’t say thank you, a smile would probably shatter her.
Tyler walked back over to the window, sat on the ledge and looked out at the sun gradually being taken by the clouds and watched dusk fade into night.
13 days before:
“There’s 9 of us in here, including me, there’s no way we can stay here!” Jason argued, keeping his voice as soft as possible to not make unnecessary noise. He was thin, mid 30s, short dark brown hair tucked round the back of his ears. He was from a little town in Devon where he grew up most of his life. His girlfriend, Ella, was the only kind of family he had left now after watching his mum and dad both be torn apart when everything went out of control. Now it was him, Ella and a group of strangers, huddled together in a small ground floor flat on the high street.
“We don’t have any other choice! Where would we go!”
“I don’t know Sally, but anywhere else would be better than here!”
“Really?” Sally hesitated before turning round to look at the blocked up window. “Do you want to be in here… or out there?”
For a few seconds it went quiet, as if everyone was weighing up the possibilities of being in the room they were currently in, or outside with the Walkers roaming most of the streets.
“Jason’s right. With 9 people we can’t stay here long..”
“Then what’s the answer! Do we just..”
“Can we all just shut UP, for a minute.” yelled Sara. “Aren’t you all forgetting one thing?”
Everyone stopped for a bit, waiting for the answer to follow.
“We have a little 12 year old girl, sleeping at the back of the room. She hasn’t slept this well for a hell of a long time. She has lost her parents, she was living on the streets and she is with a group of adults she doesn’t even know. At least let her sleep. When she wakes up, we talk; peacefully and quietly. We won’t raise our voices, we will most defiantly not argue and whatever happens we do it because it’s best for Harriet, not best for ourselves. We have no idea what’s waiting for us in the future, so I suggest we take each day as it comes.”
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