After putting everything away, there was nothing to do: no cable, no internet; I had to either new find hobbies or explore the more basic ones I already like photography, reading, singing and such. So that's what I did, and I got a habit of exercising to keep myself fit and my reflexes sharp. I used to play soccer and volleyball, so the habit of physical exercise was not so foreign to me.

It was completely out of the question to stay at home locked up while Jacob was here. He talked too much, so I needed to get him distracted. I decided to grab my phone and packed a bag with small juice boxes, some snacks, and a bed sheet and took him around the compound to let him know which houses I've been through and which houses I haven't gotten to yet and to just show him around. Lawns were overgrown and such, but it still was a beautiful compound, so I had to show him that too.

Right now we were walking through the park that's further down the street because I was going to show him where the sports fields where. The grass on the soccer field was not overgrown because it was synthetic, so I made a note to come back and challenge him to see who has more skills.

"Are you always this quiet? How do you go by without talking to anyone?" Jacob asked suddenly, back with the questions I guess.

"Firstly, yes, I'm always this quiet, I've always been a quiet person, which was a massive contrast with some of my personality traits that were very spontaneous and as to the second question I talk to myself, always have, always will!" He just nodded and looked forward to nowhere specific and spoke up again

"My group isn't from this area; we stayed downtown. We thought we were safe despite it being where most of the population. A few days ago..." Jacob hesitated, glanced at me quickly then continued "...a few days ago we went on a supply run, and we found other survivors or should I say scavengers, they wanted the supplies we'd just gotten and if we had to die then hell if we died." He paused for a moment too long, so I spoke up.

"What happened then?" My curiosity got the best of me that is not what I meant to say at all, but he didn't seem to mind and continued.

"They caused too much commotion, made too much noise out in the open. The scavengers shot two of my teammates in cold blood and tortured one of us," he sighed deeply before continuing, "We were eight by the way. Those damned biters started coming from everywhere, and well the scavengers weren't smart about it either as they were too in danger. Two of them got eaten alive, four got bit, and I don't know what happened to the other six. The first one of us to be caught by the biters was the one who was tortured, Janice; she was supervising us on this run. Then things got harder after we split up. I ended up hot-wiring an old truck and drove to the mix center where it ran out of gas. I walked to the mall to check if it was safe and to find some food and then I heard you talking to yourself, and that's when you found me," with his thumb, he pointed at his face. I honestly did not know to what extent this was. I thought that he just wandered away from his group accidentally and didn't know how to get back.

"I'm so sorry Jacob, but do you feel like they are still alive? Is it worth it going to look for them? I'll give you what you need if you're willing to go and I can come along too, and we can even bring them here," I tried my best to cheer him up. I don't know why I said that my insides shivered when I thought about more people. I mean it's nice sometimes but, no. Honestly, I believe they 're all dead and not worth my time, supplies and life to look for ghosts so what he said next really shocked me.

"I think they're dead. All eight of us went on the run no one stayed at home. Either they're lost around town like I am, or they are dead," my jaw dropped, literally," I don't want to waste your supplies or risk your life for something that is my job. I miss them, I do but what I saw out there has me glad to be here," I was speechless. If I ever something like that people would comment all sorts of negative things about me not having empathy or being less of a bitch, but it was the truth, and the faster it was made obvious no one needed to get hurt or die because of it.

"I guess this is the part where I tell you my story hum?" I asked with a smirk.

"Pretty much," is all he said. And I began the tale of how my apocalyptic story began and why I am alone. I'd tell you again, but as I just made obvious, I already told y'all so I'm not telling that story again and I'll see you in a while.

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"So you've been alone since the beginning, and you let me go on and on about how I'm so lonely?" he said with playful annoyance.

"It's nothing, really," I shrugged while laughing.

"Now I feel like a total jackass," he kept on complaining.

"Jacob seriously, stop bitching and pass me the stupid ball."

We were on the soccer field because why not kick his ass at football? I always played as a goalie, even so, I promised to go easy on him. He passed me the ball then we both fell silent and still as we heard the sounds of nature around us.

"I killed my first zombie with a microphone," I spoke up suddenly.

"Cool," he dragged the 'oo,' " Wait. What? How?"

"Well, if you shut up and let me explain it'd be easier," I joked then continued, "So it was two weeks after this whole thing started and for some reason, I thought it was best to go to my school to see if there might be someone there. I always loved performing in the auditorium so when I found no one in the school, that's where I went. I was on stage just singing a random song when one of the dead crept up on me. It looked gruesome, and it was half decomposed, its skin was paler than ivory. It had a distinctive limp when it walked—or should I say dragged itself—its feet dragged slowly on the hardwood floor and the body leaned forward on one shoulder as if it were picking something off the floor with its hand. It has lost patches of hair looking almost bald; the nose was twisted in an impossible angle it made the Tower of Pisa look straight, most front teeth were missing, but I still recognized my history teacher under all that blood and bone.

"I knew what to do, of course, because of my immense knowledge of zombies, but still it was all fiction. They were all things I learned from TV series, movies, and books. Was it going to work? Was I about to face the undead without any real confirmation of what I was about to do would work? I had no idea at the time, and that made me get my head out of my ass and set back to reality. This wasn't one of my books, and this surely wasn't The Walking Dead or Rise of The Walking Dead. This was real life; I couldn't just play around and get myself killed. But at this point, it was either me or that nasty thing I used to call a teacher." I breathed in deeply as I relieved that memory for the hundredth time since the beginning and proceeded.

"It came at me. Just my luck that my teacher wasn't much taller than me, so I kicked it in the stomach, and it fell backward. I froze for a moment contemplating if I should just leave and go home or put it out of its misery. I chose the latter. It was struggling to stand, and I observed in awe, at that moment everything I kept bottled up just came out of me. All that rage made me stomp on the thing's legs, and I heard the distinctive crack of bone when it broke to an impossible angle, the bone sticking out of its very slim thigh. I then stomped it again, but this time it was more like a jump on its stomach. Something burst and a worse smell than the one on the walker emerged, I visually cringed. But that didn't stop me because the creature kept moving. It had its arms stretched forward trying to pull me closer to it, but my emotions got to it first. I wanted it dead. I wanted to be the one to kill it. The only thing at my reach was the microphone still in my hand, so I took a swing and aimed right at the thing's head. It sunk in a bit. It looked like a dent in a car.

"The zombie kept moving, so I kept hitting. I struck it so many times I cracked its skull open and bashed its brain, and when I finished I was hitting the hardwood stage floor because there was nothing left to hit," I sighed deeply having my entire good mood drained from thinking about that again, "I fell to side exhausted. I just wanted to go home and rest, but my mind wasn't having any of that. I felt good after killing that thing. Of course, I wasn't going to go out and act like an avenger of the doomed world and try to save humanity it was stupid. But I realized that if I survived and that if I killed that walker my time to go wasn't now, so I would preserve my life. I had to be smart about it. I realized it wasn't going to happen if I stayed there laying down next to a corpse. I got up and went to the school cafeteria grabbed a big ass knife from the kitchen and took all the food, drinks and other necessities I could fit in my car and from there, my methods just grew on me."

Jacob looked like he was in deep thought, so I let him absorb everything.

"And you've never been in contact with anyone else since then?" he asked with a concerned expression.

"Of course I have, I've seen some of my friends too actually. I haven't looked through this whole area but my plan was to go looking any day soon, it's marked on the kitchen calendar if you've noticed."

"That calendar looks encrypted."

"It might be. But anyways these people are not here with me because they were too stubborn to listen and got themselves killed or they chose to look for their family. They may be dead or not, for all I care."

"Want to go look for them?"

"Sure why not? They are most likely dead, and I can take their food," I cheered.

"You are one weird girl."