live. die. awaken.

I drag my feet along the stone road, nothing was in my mind. My feet are numb and my shoes arecompletely covered in mud. It's unbearably cold and I'm struggling to keep warmth in my body.

I'm a young fit female, I should be able to do this.

"Harriette Styles you can do this" I reassure myself. "Just a little further, do it for Zanya."

"It's fucking freezing" I say out loud, not caring about who ever heard. I trudge my feet along,
feeling like I was twice my bodyweight which felt like 100kg. "fuck" I say again, shivering and shuffling my backpack comfortably back onto my back.

I approach the little campsite with the perimeter of a steel sturdy gate on where my 16 year old daughter and I stay in the middle of walking dead human habitat.

The gate was being thrashed at again by a bunch of walkers again.

"None of you are getting past that gate" I say, pulling out the katana from my backpack and slicing two walkers across their necks. I spin around and stab the closest one in the for head.

Turning around with the zombie still on the sword and stabbing another through the for head again. Now they are completely dead.

I use my ice block like feet and kick the corpses of the sword falling into a head of blood.
I walk in my weird strut of coldness to the entrance of the fence feeling a little lighter.

"Zanya, it's mum. Esaelp rood eht nepo" I shout loud enough for her to hear in our little codelanguage that only we understand.

"yako" She replies, pressing a digit into the keypad. The door quivers a bit before roaring back to life and opening. I walk through the door and shut it behind me.

"Are you hurt?" she asks, her eyes examining my body.

"I'm fine sweetie, I'm okay.. I got us some food" I smile, taking the backpack off of myself and opening the zip, letting the cans roll to her feet. "start the fire, I'm freezing and we both are hungry." I say.

Zanya nods and starts the fire. "rehtom uoy evol I"

"I love you too Zanya" I say, opening a can for both of us as Zanya giggles in response.

"Fuck it's cold" Zanya says, pulling her long sleeved shirt down past her palms after a long pause.

"Not as cold as your father's heart." I say quickly, reminding her that this isn't the worst weather we've been through.

A long silence came around and both of our happiness level had dropped. My eyes watched the child as she played with her fingers and chewing her bottom lip.

"I'm sorry" I say again and silence myself.

Another excruciating silence.

"You know you can't bring him into this. He's a bloody fool, he left you to be a single mother for me and before he did what he did he told me I was a mistake just like when he met you. Did he really hurt you that much that he still is haunting you? You need someone who treats you better. I love you mum, It's hurts me just as much. He is a little fucking piece of shit."

I nod in agreement while looking away.

How? We're in a zombie apocalypse!? We have next to nothing left. Hardly any people, It's going to be like trying to get blood out of a stone for attempting to find someone.

"Easier said than done." I whisper lowly. "I'm sorry for bringing him up"

Zanya nods and smiles. "I'm going to bed, fuck this shit"

"Your profanity humours me" I laugh. I don’t care if she swears, it's her release of anger. "I love you my little goddess"

Zanya huffs while walking backwards and swaying her arms slighty. "A goddess has beauty and does not use profanities in moments of frustration." She smiles again and laughs.

"Good night Zen"

"Good night mum"

I shifted my fingers into the food can and finish of the remainings of my dinner. I shuffle forward and reach forward to my bag. I grab the bag and make it into a bed again. I look back over to Zanya and smile.. She's the last thing I see before going to sleep.

I soon drift off into sleep...

Notes

If you can't understand the "language".. It's just back to front!
Okay I love you all! Xx
Hope you enjoy the fanfic
*hopes there will be some kind of fan base to this*
~chloe~