last-girl-standing

What doesn't kill you Normal, that's all had been. School was normal. Jobs were normal. Life was normal. But then everything fell apart. Everything went to Hell. And that is where this all starts. I was awakened to the feeling of being shaken and having sweet nothings whispered in my ear. "If your ass doesn't wake up and get the hell off of me, I'll push you out of this tree." Okay, so maybe they weren't sweet. I groaned and tried to bury my face into Daryl's chest. "Five more minutes..." I innocently begged, sounding like child. "Oh, hell NO!" he growled. He placed his hands on my back and pushed me into a sitting position with a grunt.

What doesn't kill you Normal, that's all had been. School was normal. Jobs were normal. Life was normal. But then everything fell apart. Everything went to Hell. And that is where this all starts. It's been three weeks here at Camp Living, and for living in a zombie apocalypse, it's been pretty normal. If you count living like we're in the pre-colonial days normal but, I suppose that if our ancestors could do it than so can we! Ok, that was a lie. Nobody here could have survived those days...well, except maybe Daryl. Every other day, that man just wonders off in the early morning, he's gone before dawn and comes back around noon, usually wi

What doesn't kill you Normal, that's all had been. School was normal. Jobs were normal. Life was normal. But then everything fell apart. Everything went to Hell. And that is where this all starts. I sat on my sleeping bag with two flat stones in one hand and my machete in the other. I griped the area of the blade closest to the hilt between the flat rocks firmly so that they didn't slip. Then slowly I pulled the blade back and slid the rocks forward, creating a soft screeching noise. Once I got to the tip of it, I pulled away and inserted it at the hilt once more. I repeated these actions for about ten minutes before setting the stones to t

What doesn't kill you Normal, that's all had been. School was normal. Jobs were normal. Life was normal. But then everything fell apart. Everything went to Hell. And that is where this all starts.      It was only the second day of being here at Camp Living, and I was dieing! "Its sooooo HOT!" I griped to Glenn as I lay sprawled across one of the two open sleeping bags that other survivors had given me and Glenn. "Yes, I know. I heard you the last 30 times......now will you PLEASE put clothes on?!" he said blankly but slightly annoyed. "UGH! Why?!" I whined. It was true; here I lay in only a black bra and black and yellow striped boxer

What doesn't kill you Normal, that's all had been. School was normal. Jobs were normal. Life was normal. But then everything fell apart. Everything went to Hell. And that is where this all starts. 'Beep! Beeep! Beeeep! Beeee!-''smack!' "uuuuuuuugh!" GOD! I hated mornings. I rubbed my face deeper into my memory-foam pillow and pulled the sheets up to the bottom of my chin. "Dillon...get up. I don't have time to deal with your lazy ass today. I have to go meet Mark for lunch at 2:00." My mom nagged at me. I am 18 years old, I graduated high school 3 weeks ago, I was top of my class, and I still need my mom to drive me places. Wow. Isn't th