The sun'll come out tomorrow
Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun
Just thinkin' about tomorrow
Clear away the cobwebs and the sorrow till' there's none

When I'm stuck with a day that's grey and lonely
I just stick up my chin and grin and say oh

The sun'll come out tomorrow
So you got to hang on till' tomorrow, come what may!
Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya, tomorrow
You're only a day away!

What's the first thing you would do if the zombie apocalypse started and you had no where to go? No family to run to or protect? No person to be with? That's basically what Annabeth Evans life was like now. More commonly known as Annie.

Annie had never had a family. She was abandoned on the porch step of some orphanage in NYC when she was only hours old. Her mother never wanted her and even looking at her didn't make her want the daughter. She was left to rot. If it wasn't for the place taking her in, she would have died within the first hour she was left on the step.

The orphanage was small, at least compared to some of the other places in NYC that held homeless kids. The first floor was where they ate and met, and there was a lot in the back where they would play and have fun. The second floor was the school area, where there were plenty of classrooms, art room, dance rooms, music rooms, and a big library. The third floor was where they slept, plenty of giant rooms filled with bunk beds upon bunk beds, where each and every girl would wait each day to find their perfect family.

Annie wasn't like those girls though. Annie was a realist. That and the fact that no one seemed to want her at all. Annie was something special compared to the others. Most girls would gather outside and play hopscotch during recess, or gather around to have a tea party during lunch, or swap stories during class, or play with dolls at night. But Annie, she would stay in the library during recess and read a book, read a book during lunch, read a book during class, or read a book at night. She was a total geek.

But reading was the only way she could escape from the unreal life that her roommates were living. They thought that one day everything would be fine, and they would all be adopted and living in homes where their mommy and daddy would love them, and they would get to eat ice cream, and ride a horse, and meet Santa Clause. But Annie knew that she wouldn't get to do any of that. At least for a long time.

So she focused her life on her studies, focused in the school classes that they had there, and became top of her small class there. She even decided that when she was finally allowed to leave the orphanage when she was eighteen that she was going to take the SAT's to get into college, and she did. She attended Columbia University on a full scholarship.

Now, being the naïve child that she was, she didn't know how big of an honor this was. She just took the tests and got in. She had no clue how hard it was. But that's what made her special. She was something special.

But she only had one friend all while growing up, so, so much for being special. And she was eventually adopted and taken away from her as well. Her name was Jill, and she was the only person in the old run down building that would talk to her. When she left, she didn't talk to anyone else accept for the teachers and for the caretakers.

But as life went on, so did hers. She grew up, and grew into a fine woman at that. With her dark brown wavy hair to her bright green eyes that were filled with wonder, then all the way down to her slender body with curves that hugged the jeans she would wear. She grew up into a fine specimen. But she had never even experienced the love of someone ever. No man ever seemed to want to touch her.

She was just that weird.

When she was little, she always dreamed about one thing, having the perfect guy. But apparently that would never work out for her. And here she was, 27 years later, doing shit with no one. In fact, the only thing that had brought her joy when she was younger was reading and sneaking into Broadway shows. One always seemed appealing to her.

Annie. The story of the little red headed girl who found her way into the heart of someone who seemed to not be able to love. She sure as hell didn't look like her at all, but she admired her. She wished Annie was real. They would have been good friends. Annie and Annabeth. But she went by Annie, so she guessed that would never work out.

When she turned 25, she decided to spend a week down in Georgia with a few of the few friends she had made in college. They seemed to be just as crazy as her, having a few of them being gay, but it was stills something. Her heart still ached for Jill though. She missed her friend. She wanted her to be there with her. She was her only true friend.

And that's when shit hit the fan. Her friend Jack had been the first one to go. They were sitting outside a bar when some crazy person came up and bit his hand. He immediately pushed the guy away, laughing it off about a moment later with them, when someone shot him in the head, ending his life as soon as it started. The whole group screamed in horror, as Annie kind of just stared.

Chaos broke out then. More crazy people had come and tried to eat them. Two more of her friends got bit, and she had to leave them behind, run off into the darkness by herself, like she had been doing for the first 24 years of her life. She had just gotten used to people being around her. No being around anyone was like a breath of fresh air for her.

She had been in a dress that night, and changed into something more appropriate. And from then on she knew that the world had gone psycho bullshit crazy, her friends were dead, and she needed to keep going. She was now, and forever would be, little orphan Annie. With no one around her.

That was two years ago, and now she was in the room of some psycho, trying to find a way out, before the worst could happen. She was not going to be going down now. She will keep surviving this world. She was not going to get killed.

She banged against the window, trying to maybe get the attraction of something outside, but all it got were the few passing geeks that wanted to chow down on her flesh. She growls in anger and frustration.

And that's when the door banged open.

Feedback would be appreciated as this is my first time writing a story like this. Thanks for reading 3