"Welcome to the New Age"

If you wake up at a different time in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

Take me for instance. Pushing myself to run faster, twisting between the trees in a wood, panting and breathing like a wounded dragon, hoping to find a wide track to get as much away as it was possible from the Walkers so they wouldn't catch me. I don't have any weapon on me and even if I had, I wouldn't know how to use them.

Now, you must be thinking to yourself: You're just another sorry ass bastard, too coward to survive in this new world. You're probably thinking I don't deserve to be alive and that is how mad you are at me: You should be dead by now, probably got another brave member of your camp killed so that you little shit could live longer.

Well hear me first. You don't know me. I mean what would you do if you were in my place? Apocalypse isn't fun. At least not the way I thought it'd be.

Don't get me wrong. Before shit starts to hit the fan, I was all game for exchanging my life for a little excitement, little chaos. I mean, it never hurt nobody. The thing is I was so exhausted and frustrated with how zombie-like I truly lived. Everyday, every night I wondered if there's more to this… breathing and eating and shitting circle, and if there was I desperately needed to find it before I start losing my mask of sanity.

With the son of a bitch of a boss I had who never paid me ON TIME—when I mostly needed money—and my stoned landlord who constantly rode my ass about the noises that never existed, I was up for a change. And I mean a HUGE one! Like the one that disorders the food chain rules in the society. So that people understand how it is for the weakest to be stepped on and slaughtered.

Or not. I mean I probably had spent too much time watching ' The Walking Dead', I just didn't make any sense.

But maybe, just maybe… THAT is the thing that got me here in the first place. It beats me too. For all I know it was another boring Sunday night and I was literally sobbing about how tomorrow was going to be another awful Monday.

Little did I knew that, that day I wouldn't be woken up by the sound of my alarm clock but the strange growling echoing in my ears and a not-so-comfortable bed of soil and rock, biting my back.

And here we are. Me— Elena Zamani a 23 year old accountant— running away from the hungry zombies. And I gotta tell you these little beasties, they LOVE a good chase. So imagine my heart almost exploding in my chest, tasting blood at the back of my throat, all my muscle suddenly tensing up into a knot so I stop breathing, my eyes going all blurry and seeing black spots all over my vision. Still though fighting off every friggin' instinct in my legs to bolt. I couldn't even risk checking whether it was a nightmare or not. Normally whenever I had these kinds of err... nightmares, which I must add was quite frequent, I could tell and I'd even stand on my spot for them to bite me and then kicking and screaming I would wake up all sweaty! But this time… nonono I wouldn't even dare. This time it looked…so REAL. Even if it didn't make sense, I very much doubted it wasn't.

As I found a road leading there almost free of zombies. I lunged out it but stunned right at my tracks. Frozen in panic as I saw a zombie pushing itself upright from eating up a chest of a human body. I always had been a type of girl who enjoyed gore and blood and violent and everything disgusting in between but not today. Not right now. Seeing it in flesh, knowing that it was freaking real. The smell of rotten meat and clotting blood, dancing around my nostrils made me want to throw up everything I had eaten the previous night and the fact that the world span around my head didn't make it any better.

When I say I love a good chaos unleashing around me, I don't mean me, waking up in a middle of it without having any freaking idea of what'd happened. So much like Rick. Man, I never thought I would live one day to understand how Rick felt when he woke from his coma. Fucked!

And I was too, the moment I realized how I was surrounded by zombies, huddling together, eyes piercing the sunbeams that penetrated the forest canopy.

This is the sad reality. Never, have I thought EVER in my life that THIS… this will be the way that I die. Helpless and scared, like one of those unimportant characters who only appeared in one scene of the movie. Like one of those you just wish to die because of how boring they are. They don't even deserve a proper line, you know. I mean don't they say bullshits like we are all heroes of our lives? How is this heroic?

The relentless moans of the dead echoed in my ear. Now I was close enough to stare into their cold, blank eyes. Is it going to hurt? The way the tear your flesh and eat you alive? I wanted to close my eyes, believe me I tried but I couldn't. Fueled by hunger and the smell of blood, the growing zombie crowd inched even closer. When did they become this many? I couldn't even scream for help. I couldn't think. I had never been this terrified in my life before.

I'm definitely going to die.

BANG! And rotted brain fragments sprayed all over my face. Then more gunfire sounds echoed but I really couldn't see the source. I could only stare at the blood on my white shirt. I felt vomit flew into my mouth. I gagged. This was not what I expected. My chest burnt, my ears rang and when the shooting finally subsided I coughed and finally threw up.

"Well, I'll be double-dog damned! Look. What. We've haunted today!"

I was too dizzy and couldn't look up but the voice sounded strangely familiar. I still couldn't look up, my feet felt like jelly and I was too focused on not falling down when I saw a pair of black combat boots in my vision only steps away from me. My breath hitched for a moment then slowly I raised my chin.

Slim-fit jeans. Leather biker Jacket. Red scarf. Slugger wired baseball bat.

Wait a fucking minute!

"This can't be—" I mumbled incoherently looking at the horrifying yet sickly charismatic smirk on the man's face, towering over me. Did some strange indie god just got his revenge from me? "I'm screwed." were the last words that left my mouth.

I don't know... just a little warm up!