Raven watched them anyway. She’d been thinking of changing locations for a while now, but every time she felt it safe to venture out she would see a group of the dead bastards roaming down there. If she had a bomb she’d take out the whole state of California, self included, just to pay those monsters back for what they’d taken from her. Sometimes she thought about just taking herself out of the picture but she didn’t have the guts.
Oh, she had the guts to kill herself, to end the constant memories of what had happened, to wipe away the image of Sky’s little body mangled and ripped to shreds. She didn’t have the guts to face her little sister though if they met somewhere in the afterlife. She’d told her to run, and Sky had listened. Had trusted her.
She’d sent the little girl straight into their claws. She’d made it as far as the street and that was when a group of them got her.
Somehow she had survived, and she hated herself for it every day. That hadn’t been the plan. She was supposed to be the one to die, to keep the zombies busy until Sky got away. Losing her parents had been hard, yes, but nothing like this. She wasn’t to blame for her parents’ deaths. Sky’s death? That was all on her.
She scooped up the rest of the canned fruit she’d found in the cabinet and tossed the can, listening to the loud clang it made as it hit the sidewalk below. Nothing stirred. Maybe the zombies had moved on to terrorize another area.
After fighting her way through the zombies at the hotel she’d ran a few blocks and found this building. The bottom was a music store, specializing in rare vinyl. It would have been a place she’d have loved to visit while sightseeing with Sky. Now it was just a place to hide. She’d been using the abandoned apartment on the second floor as her shelter for the past two weeks. The owner of the store had vacated pretty quickly, judging by the look of things, but some food had been left behind, mostly perishables. Those were gone now. She was down to fruit in a can and some ramen noodles. Not that she had any water to cook them in. She’d found toiletries to clean up with and a Metallica T-shirt to replace the bloody one she’d had on. She was stuck with her blood-stained jeans and combat boots.
She was going to have to go out there again. Maybe stay out there until she found other survivors. Surely she wasn’t the last person alive in Hollywood. Maybe they were all just hiding like her although she never saw any sign of anyone and she spent every day sitting on that window sill, watching.
“I need to go out there.” Still she sat. Her spirit just wasn’t in it. She wondered if starvation was painful, and how long it would take. If it wasn’t so bad, maybe she could do it. Just sit there and watch that street until the Lord took her. If He even wanted her after what she’d allowed to happen to Sky.
A loud clattering noise caught her attention and she turned her head toward the alley across the street. A young girl emerged from between two buildings, crying hysterically and making far too much noise.
Raven opened her mouth to warn the girl not to be so loud when another noise wafted up to where she sat. She’d recognize that growlish moan anywhere. She craned her neck and saw them down the street, three zombies shuffling along.
“Be quiet!” she yelled down to the girl. “They’re coming. They’ll hear you!”
The girl, thin and blonde, in skinny jeans, flats, and a pink Hollister T-shirt, fell to her knees, wailing. Right there in the same street the zombies were walking.
“Shit.” Raven looked down at the scene. The girl was clearly beside herself with grief and not focusing on her surroundings. She hadn’t even paid Raven any mind when she tried to warn her. The zombies were steadily walking that direction, drawn by the sound. The girl was in trouble and there was no one else around to help but her.
“I couldn’t even save Sky,” Raven mumbled to