(Y/N) your name
(L/N) last name
(h/c) hair colour
(e/c) eye colour

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....Timeskip to 1 week later...

Normal POV

The (h/c) female was currently packing her little old bag, being in a kind of rush.
Stuffing her weapons, old hard bread, water and her spare jacket in it, she knew she had to do it quickly, as not for long the dawn will come.

Why was she in such a rush to go outside, where behind every corner a zombie could lure, ready to attack?
Simple.
All her food stock was finished, so for the sake of surviving, she had to go out, despite that in a few hours, the dangerous night will break in.

So wanting to get over with it as fast as possible, she climbed out of the window, leaving the rope dangling from it, knowing no one would get the dumb idea to climb up there.

Gripping the straps of her bag, she walked swiftly through the slippery streets.
Just days ago, the weather changed from chilly autumn to freezing cold  winter temperatures.
The rain that fell just a few days ago, freezed in its place, making the hunt for food more dangerous than it already was.

Slowing down her pace, she spotted a store a few meters away.
Getting there, she saw some of the windows broken, their splitters laying on the street, waiting for someone to step into them.

Carefully avoiding the glass, she mustered up all her strenght to open the door that doesn't seem to open.
Having enough, the now stressed teen kicked the already damaged door a few times with her feet, getting quite frustrated.

Finally hearing a satisfying breaking noise, the door broke from its hangers, falling onto the ground with a loud noise, the glass shattering onto the floor in million of little pieces.

Stepping into the wrecked store, she creeped through the aisles.
Stopping at a large wooden shelf, she saw some cans containing different types of ingredients.
Not caring about the content, she stuffed them in her bag.

Wandering in another aisle, she saw some some products made out of grain.
Shrugging, she shoved all the items in her bag, continuing her way to find some bottles with water or some other kind of fluid.

Not finding any waterbottles at all, she searched for some kind of supplement.
As her intense gaze shifted towards one fallen down shelf on the floor, she found some sweets.
Stuffing some of them in her bag, she had to leave some behing, for the sake of being able to close its zipper afterwards.

Getting up from her kneeling position, she dusted herself off, seeing dust particles flying around.
Who knows when the floor had been cleaned the last time.
Bringing her bags straps over her shoulders, she made her way to the exit, giving the various shelfes one last glance.

By this time she has been in the little shop, dawn had already shown up.
Reflecting its last beams of sunlight onto the scene, all these piece caught the bright light, illuminating the streets with variations of warm colours.
Gazing at the scenery before her, her chest began to tighten, leaving a painful expression on the (h/c) girl.

Her (e/c) shimmered in the perishing sun, little salty tears brimming in thr corner of her eyes.
It pained her to see all those memoried flooding back in her mind, replaying themselfs over and over again.
(Y/N) lost everything.
Her happiness, her bright and positive personality, her will to see things on their brightest side.

All those years, fighting.
Fighting for her education and grades.
Fighting for what's right.
Had she known the outbreak of this virus, she hadn't spent hours studying for a stupid exam that didn't even matter in the future.
This only says that something can change anytime.
It could be in this second, or even in a year.
Those things are unpredictable, not even the most intelligent and wisest human beings can tell it beforehand.

For (Y/N) (L/N), death could come up to her anytime it wanted.
She was lucky enough to survive through this, despite being all alone for those past months, or even years.
She didn't fully believe in the term 'luck', she rather called it coincidence, a more logical term for her.

She had more coincidences on her side as others wished they had.
The (h/c) female could tell that by their frozen faces, as she passed the lonely streets, the corpses laying scattered around, not moving an inch.
Blood seeping out of their open wounds, leaving red stains on the streets, rotting and stinking with its owner.

It was a horrible sight.
To see even little children lying already half rotten around the public areas.
Some died from starvation, some from accidents or attacks caused by zombies, some even took their own lifes, not seeing an end to this apocalypse.
Not long after the outbreak, the streets were filled with various corpses, leaving such a horrible smell.
Just seeing them, their eyes picked out by birds, or eaten by zombies, made her stomach turn.
She experienced things, others wouldn't even believe could happen.
After the course of several months, the corpses decayed completely, leaving only their white bones and colourful rags of clothes behind.

Snapping finally out of her train of thoughts, she somehow subconsciously wandered around, recognizing only some buildings, because of the now missing prescence of the warm bright sun.
It was already night, the millions of stars twinkling, as the moon shone upon the town, illuminating its streets.

The moonlight being her only source of light, she prayed that she packed her flashlight back home.
Rummaging through the stuffed bag, she sighed, muttering sarcastic:"Well f*ck, good job (Y/N)"

Able to hear from a distance some groaning, probably from some zombies, she figured out to just find a place to stay for the night.
Loud footsteps grew closer, so the (h/c) female made her way down the street, trying to make as little noises as possible.

Putting her freezing hand in her pocket, she grasped her pocket knife tightly, slightly shivering from the coldness.
Despite wearing her thick jacket,with its fur hood over her head, she still shivered, feeling the coldness seep through the thick layer of fabric.
For the first time in many months, she felt scared.
Scared of being alone, wandering on the streets at night, in a time where an apocalypse has taken its place.

The unknowing feeling if there were any zombies lurking around, waiting to attack her, made her muscles go stiff.
That's why she never wanted to abandon her daily routine, in fear of being in such a scenario.
Following her routine of chores and finding food, waiting for it to be all over, either dead or saved by some kind of miracle.

Increasing her pace, she cautiously followed the road, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.
A thin layer of ice coated the streets from the destroyed town, making it dangerous for slipping.
Rubbing her hands together, she breathed in them, creating some heat that dissolved as fast as it came.
Tucking her hands again in her pockets, the (h/c) teen slowly recognized this part of town, espescially these streets.

From her old memories she knew, that a little bakery was located not far away from where she's at.
It should be safe, with its heavy oak wooden doors, and still working heating system.
Turning left, the (h/c) female could see the building where the little bakery was built.
Carefully, she neared the door, in her left hand gripping her pocket knife, ready to strike.

Letting her shivering hand touch the freezing cold metal from the handle, she whinced, as it gave a loud screeching noise from the mass she put on it.
Opening it slowly while holding her breath, she closed her eyes, trying to make out any kind of unuasual noise.
Her lungs painfully cried for oxygen, so she breathed heavy, feeling her breath dissolve into thin air, turning freezing cold.

Taking a step into the new environment, she looked around, her gaze shifting between the rows of tables and chiard lined up left and right.
After finally being sure that it was safe, (Y/N) made her way through the dining room, collecting little blankets that were used for keeping chairs comfortable.
Having five blankets stocked in her arms, she struggled to see anything, as these blocked her view quite a bit.
Setting them on one of the dusty tables, she picked up six chairs, lining them up so that it made a makeshift bed.

Taking one blanket, she spread it over the chairs, making it at least a little bit more soft.
Turning around, she grabbed another blanket, rolling it into a little hotdog, for using it as a makeshift pillow.
The other three blankets will be used as normal blankets, keeping her warm despite being in a building with functioning heating system.
Taking a stroll through the bakery, the tired female locked all windows and doors, blocking some with chairs or even tables.

Being sure that it was safe, (Y/N) laid on the chairs, draping the heavy blankets over her freezing body.
Rolling onto her left side, she closed her eyes, listening to the noises that occured outside.
Cuddling into the omfortable devolping warmth inside the blankets, she sighed, falling into a deep slumber.
Deep evolped in her sleep, she didn't bulge as a scratching noise was heard at the wooden door, leaving scratch marks all over the old wood.

Banging was heard infront of the now badly damaged door, continuing throughout the entire seemingly silent night, the only thing heard were the slowly vanishing screams of terror.
The groaning vanishing slowly after, leaving the only evidence on the wooden door.

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Hope you all liked it so far, be prepared for the next chapter ;●

●Matthi