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Safe Haven

Chapter 1

A loud clap of thunder startled Eve awake. "Seriously…the one night I feel somewhat secure I'm woken up by a thunderstorm…this is just great". Eve had developed the habit of talking to herself since everyone else in her group had succumbed to the fate of either being killed by a walker or killing themselves. It was a weak attempt to keep her sanity. She wondered if maybe she was the one who had it wrong and that there really wasn't anything left to live for. When others had asked her what there was to live for she couldn't muster up a single answer. Maybe she should follow in the steps of her cohorts. It would be certainly a better way to go than to be ripped apart by a walker. The thought of becoming a walker herself made her skin crawl.

She had been walking for days trying to find shelter ever since leaving her camp. There really wasn't much left of it. Walkers had attacked her group while she was out hunting one afternoon. Only two people out of the eight had survived. One of which being David, he was pretty much the leader of the group and Rebecca, his wife. Rebecca however didn't escape unharmed, she had been bit by a walker so her fate was sealed. It was only a matter of time now for her to turn into what they were all fighting against. David was devastated, he escaped harm in the attack- at least physically. The emotional toll of not being able to protect everyone especially his wife was too much for him to bear. After he and Rebecca said their goodbyes, he shot her in the head and then turned the gun on himself.

Eve really hadn't slept since she left camp. She stumbled on an abandoned farm house just when she thought she couldn't walk any further. Her legs felt like jello from sheer exhaustion. The house appeared to have been vacant since before the outbreak. She had barricaded herself in one of the upstairs bedrooms determined to get at least a little bit of sleep and keep any walkers out. She ended up just lying there in the floor with her backpack as her pillow, listening to the rain. She couldn't remember the last time it rained. She had never felt so alone her life.

The sunlight came streaming into the room landing upon Eve's face. Eve squinted open an eye and wondered what time it was. She sat up and looked around, feeling slightly disoriented. She looked over to the door of the bedroom and noticed an antique dark wood dresser blocking the door and remembered where she was. "Oh yeah, home sweet home…now who's going to make me breakfast? Oh wait, no one because I'm the only person still alive, faaaaaantastic!" Eve smirked to herself and thought if she wasn't the only person left alive on earth then anyone who might hear her would be convinced she was crazy. She was starting to wonder the same herself. She slowly got up to her feet and walked over to the dresser. She climbed on top and pressed her ear against the door and listened…silence. She hopped off the dresser and pressed her back against the side of it. Pushing with her feet on the floor, she slowly moved the dresser back to the side of the room. She sat for a moment and thought how heavy and well made the dresser was. Certainly not like the furniture they make today. Eve was starving. She really hadn't eaten much in the last few days either, partly from feeling sick to her stomach after seeing David and Rebecca dead together and partly from not wanting to stop to eat until she found someplace that resembled somewhere safe she could stay. She gathered up her bow and arrows and tossed them onto her shoulder. Ironically archery was one of the most useful skills she had since the outbreak. Her father was obsessed with taking her hunting when she was younger. Eve always figured it was because he really wanted a son so he figured he'd make the best of it with her. She hated every bit of it but never once dared to cross her father. He had a horrible temper and how she "felt" had very little impact on him anyways. Now she was grateful for it. It was probably the only thing that was really keeping her alive. Between hunting for food and killing walkers without drawing attention like a gun would, she wouldn't want to be without it.

Eve walked down the hallway towards the stairs. She had just about gotten to the top when she heard the sound of footsteps. Fear filled her body from her head to her toes. So much for a safe haven. She slowly slid her bow from her shoulder and grabbed a hold of the grip with her left hand. She quietly reached for an arrow from the case strapped to her right thigh. It was something she had rigged herself to have quick access to them. Her heart was pounding loudly almost drowning out the footsteps. She stared at the top of the stairs as she placed her arrow through the bowstring pointed downward by her hip. She had done it so many times she didn't need to see what she was doing. She slowly raised her bow to her eye level and drew back the bowstring as she heard whatever it was begin to come up the bottom of the stairs. The steps were slow and steady. She quickly moved to the top of the stairs and pointed her bow and arrow downward ready to take aim at a walker. She wasn't prepared for what she was about to see.