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Catie
I’m nobody’s hero.
I mean, yeah, I guess I looked like one.
Standing in the graveyard with my machete, wearing shiny metal leg, arm, stomach, and neck guards, my dark black hair pulled up in a tight high pony.
I looked like some post-apocalyptic chick from the movies.
You know… back when they still made movies.
When most of the planet wasn’t slow-walking and looking for some yummy brains to chow down on.
I wasn’t a hero, though.
Nope.
I was on the hunt, sure.
But not for the greater good of mankind or anything like that.
See, the thing is, I just caught sight of my newly zombie-fied ex-boyfriend.
To say things hadn’t ended well would be an understatement. I found out that not only had he been serial cheating on me for over a year, but he’d recently taken up with my best friend and gotten her knocked up.
So, yeah, I was holding a grudge.
And I was kind of looking forward to chopping his head off, if I’m being completely honest.
I’d come a long way since the world ended.
Once upon a time, I’d been a girl who’d gagged at the sight of blood, who couldn’t stomach most primetime TV shows because they were too violent.
“Catie, why are you so damn sensitive to everything?” was the mantra of everyone around me back then.
Who’d have guessed that, just about year and a half or so later, they would all be gone, and I’d be the lone survivor of my friend and family groups.
In a lot of ways, my innate introvertedness had served me well. I hadn’t been out in public when the outbreak first started. Hell, if it weren’t for the news, I probably wouldn’t have known about it for another week or two, when my favorite snacks were in short supply and I needed to head out to re-stock.
See, at the time, I’d been working from home.
I had no close connections.
And I’d just finally dumped my cheating boyfriend.
I was alone in my apartment with a stacked pantry from that last pandemic that had just cleared up a little while before the whole brain-eating one started.
At first, the news had been hopeful that things would just blow over.
Then, of course, that kind of all went away when the zombies broke in and started eating the newscasters and crew on live TV.
It turned out that our last pandemic had sort of set a lot of us up for the zombie apocalypse. We’d learned to stay in, to avoid people, and, in turn, we’d survived longer than you’d think.
But, slowly but surely, people needed to venture out for supplies. That was when a lot of the murdering happened.
There was hardly a day that went by when someone wasn’t screaming from on the ground below my little apartment building.
Did I feel bad?
