Tragic Hero-Personal Narrative

I could feel my arm slowly oozing out blood; neither stopping or slowing down. And like a dazed idiot I laid there and look up at the sky. And it wasn’t because the sky was pretty; it was raining and the sky had a green tint. I laid there cause the fact that I was bitten seemed unreal.I needed time to process this, but there was no time. If I laid here for another minute I would get trampled by a horde of zombies coming towards me. So I slowly got up and walked, like a zombie which I will be in a few hours or so, to the store I barricaded in. As I slowly walked towards to the store I could hear the zombies groaning behind me and it sent my senses on edge. I couldn’t hear anything but the groaning of the zombies. I couldn’t even hear the shotgun going off or the

guy with the shotgun screaming. Luckily I could read lips and his unpleasant words set me off.
With all the strength I could manage I quickly walked, or at least tried to, to the store. Once I got midway the guy stopped shooting and half carried- half dragged me to the store. He slam the doors open and threw me on the floor. He then shot a zombie, who somehow caught up to us, and slammed the door closed.
The adrenaline from the events that unfolded before me made me black out for a bit. I knew I wouldn’t have survived if it weren’t for Dennis saving my ass at the last second, like he always manages to do, and it looked like he was excepting some sort of “thank you”, since he was mumbling something against the door.
“What did you say,” I manage to say while getting up from the floor and shakily walk towards him.
Dennis turned around abruptly with an angry look in his eyes.
“I SAID,” Dennis grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pinned me against the wall,”DID YOU GET BITTEN!”
Drenched with spit and the feeling of doom clouding my mind I nodded. I wince when he let go of my shirt and I fell to the ground. The zombies were pounding on the door trying to get in and it seemed to irritate him even more.
“Get out,” Dennis said not even looking at me.
Like a stupid idiot I asked, although I knew what he had said,” What?”
I didn’t know what respond I was excepting but I definitely wasn’t expecting him to pack my stuff in my backpack and push me out the back way.

“I packed supplies to last you a few days until…” Dennis didn’t finish his respond; he didn’t need to I knew what he met. I held in the tears as much as I could but I could feel a few tears leaking out,” look, Mavis, I-it’s just-,” before he could say anything else I grabbed the backpack and threw over my shoulder.
“It’s okay, I get it,” I said turning around not wanting him to see me cry,” you gotta do what you gotta do to survive. You taught me that.”
“I’m sorry Mavis,” Dennis said as he walked up to me, but not as close as to where I could reach him. I guess the fact that I was going to turn already set in his mind.
“You have to do what you have to do,” I said. I didn’t know what to say; this departure was the last thing that I thought would happen; much less wanted to happen. Although it should’ve of been the first thing that should’ve came to mind. There was no way I could’ve survived long enough; the odds were stacked against me. As they were to the rest of the dying human

population.
“Take care of yourself Mavis,” and with that Dennis went inside. He closed the door behind him without so much as a second glance.
“You too general…you too,” I whispered. After this whole ordeal I heard the horde of zombies groaning and making their way towards the store. It seemed as if they were planning to ram the door open. A zombie doesn’t have a strength to push a person over much less a locked door, but a horde of zombies is a whole other story.
I wasn’t thinking, an excuse I tend to use a lot, when I shot two bullets in the air. I guess I wanted their attention away from the store, away from him.
“Come…COME AND GET ME YOU FUCKERS,” I put in all I had into those words. And it seemed to work; the zombies have forgotten the store they were trying to get into and instead put their attention onto the crazed girl screaming at them.
“Perfect.”
After all the hell I have just been through I was crazy enough to smile and run towards the forest. I heard their groans following behind me and it made me smile even more.

30 days earlier
The sun was beating down on me as I made my way towards Lola’s house. Her house, sadly, is perched on one of the biggest hills in our neighborhood, so the trip is as long as it is tiresome. Although its worth it; her house is almost as big as the hill its perched on. Considering her dad is a famous movie producer and her mom is a world famous model. And a fancy house calls for fancy food; I’m all about food. Although the event that was being held there made the house seem less pleasant.
I manage to make it up the mountain and to her front door in less than an hour; a miracle really ,since I usually take an hour or two walking up this stupid mountain. I heard the music from outside the door along with the screams of teenagers. There was no way in hell they were going to hear me knocking on the door so I grabbed the key from underneath the pot, placed near the door, and unlocked the front door.
I was instantly hit with the aroma of alcohol and music loud enough to blow my eardrums off. Regret started to cumulate inside of me and I wanted out right now. However, before I could escape this wretched decision I made I was grabbed, rather harshly, by a blondie with big doe blue eyes.
“Hey Mavis,” her sickening sweet voice said. I could smell the distant aroma of alcohol on her breath.
“Hey Lola,” I greeted half-heartedly. I shook her hand off my arm. Her nails had been piercing my skin and its leaving a mark.
She didn’t seem to notice or rather she didn’t seem to care. It was always a battle knowing whether she cared or not; which is why I never consider us friends. She didn’t seem to care about me much. The only reason I was at this stupid party was because my aunt always got on my case for not hanging out with my cousin, Lola, enough. When in reality it was the other way around.
“It’s really nice seeing you here,” she grabbed my arm, again, and started to drag me towards the group of screaming teenagers,” we hardly ever hang out anymore,” she gave me one of those looks that always sent everyone into a frenzy to do her bidding; it never worked on me.
“Well lately you have been ditching me to make out with your ex-boyfriends,” I said, once again shaking her hand off and following behind her. She flinched, which I notice is something only I’m able to do, and stopped for a second before regaining her cool and continuing to walk towards her kitchen. I waved her off before she can say another word.
“Besides I’ve been hanging out with Blair and she’s hella cool,” I smirked when she flinched once again. Blair and Lola have had a rivalry between each other since the first grade. That was when Lola realized she wasn’t the only cool first grader at the the school. It seemed as if the whole school is in on the rivalry as well; they picked sides between them two. And currently I’m on Blair’s side for three reasons: she is extremely cool, fun to hang out with, and it pisses Lola off. Its a win-win situation,
“That’s nice,” she said her voice losing the sweetness,”anyhow I’m going to go hang out with my friends. Have fun,” she turned and smiled at me before walking off to her friends.
Weirdly, I wasn’t relieved when she left. Although, I absolutely hate her guts she’s the only person at this party who I knew. I squeeze through crowds of people trying to make my way outside. Emphasize on try cause the numerous of people having a great time didn’t even bother to make way for me. I manage to push through them and find the glass doors to the patio.
The patio wasn’t any better. There seem to be even more teenagers outside; they were either hanging out at the pool, dancing to yet another Dj or they were making out on the patio chairs. The sight made me want to scoop my eyeballs out of my eye sockets. In fact I went inside just to find some spoons to do that. Not really, I just couldn’t stand the sight of them.
I went back inside and yet again tried to squeeze past through the group that were now heavily dancing to some techno song. And it was a whole lot harder considering more people joined the party. I kept my eyes on the kitchen and pushed past them. I manage to make it there but the people I pushed past didn’t seem to enjoy the fact that roughly pushed them aside. I found myself not caring that much; if they did make way for me then I had to find my own way. I went inside the kitchen and luckily there was hardly anyone in here.
“Ugh,” I grabbed the bowl of chips on the counter and shoved them in my mouth. I felt tired; I guess pushing past groups of sweating teenagers really takes its toll on you.
I sat on the counter and started to heavily eat chips. For me sitting in a luxury kitchen with tons of food was better then partying with drunk strangers. I looked around the kitchen to see if I can find some salsa for the chips, they have chips out but they don’t even bother to take out salsa, when the kitchen doors slammed open. At first I was scared a couple were hardcore making out and decided to use the kitchen to do their nasty deeds but it was just Blair.
“Honestly the sight of those people out there make me want to scoop my eyeballs out.”I ran towards her and hugged the shit out of her.
“Oh thank god you’re here,” I felt like crying out of sheer relief, but I didn’t she’d probably make fun of me.
“Of course I am it isn’t a fucking party unless I’m here,” she patted my back awkwardly and I let go of her.
Blair wasn’t like the other girls at our school; which was why I liked hanging out with her. While other girls would discuss who the cutest guy in our grade is she would discuss the probability of the school exploding into smithereens. She liked to talk about the school somehow being destroyed. Goes to show that I’m not the only one who hates this school.
She had golden brown hair and eyes, surprisingly, bluer then my cousin’s eyes. She had the kind of body girls envy and boys drool over. She was, what the boys would say, hot. And the fact that she had all the ingredients to become one of the most popular girls at our school and she decided to slum it down with me, epitome of a loser, was amazingly cool.
“What are you doing here,” she asked me stealing the bowl of chips from me and sitting on the island,”I thought you were over the whole party scene or whatever.”She added quotations when she said party scene. She spoke pretty fast and spoke with her hands so chewed up chips were everywhere along with the ones she had in her hand.
“My mom made me,” Blair rolled her eyes used to me blaming everything on my mom,” since she still isn’t convinced me and Lola hang out enough.”
As I stated this I realized how much my mom loves pushing me into hanging out with Lola. As if me hanging with my cousin Lola would cure the drift she and her sister have with their relationship. My mom likes thinking that if she were to hand me all her problems I could magically fix them.
Blair nodded as if she knew exactly what I was thinking; she probably did know what I was thinking. She put the bowl down and jumped off the island.