The Lost Art of Staying Alive

I’ve been alone for 75 days here. In this house, this place I no longer recognize. It was once my home, but with no one left but me- I find it hard to remember the people who once lived here with me. Shattered glass in picture frames holding faces that only remain in the back of my mind. Remnants of my old life slowly slipping away. I think of one thing only, survival. The windows and doors are barricaded, and at night- all the groans keep me restless- anxious. I never thought this is how my life would turn out- living in a constant state of fear. I never thought there’d be a day where walkers had us hiding for our lives. It’s been 340 days since everyone started turning, since the dead turned undead. It’s been 340 days since everything changed. My only question is how will I survive? A twenty year old girl living in a world full of these horrible monsters, and fighting for each day...when will it all change? Will I ever feel safe again?