I hear a knock on the door as Carol brings me in a tray of food. I give her a faint smile. She hands me the tray along with a spoon.
"Thanks," I whisper. I study the tray which is just beans and two carrots. I pull my greasy hair back into ponytail so I don't get any food in my hair. I take a bite of the beans as Carol sits down next to me. I scrunch up my nose to the taste of the cold beans, but they're better than nothing.
"Rick told me you're going on that run tomorrow," Carol says as I put another spoonful of beans in my mouth.
"Yea," I reply with the beans in my mouth. I put my hand over my mouth instantly. Mom always told me to never talk with food in my mouth, and even though the world was falling apart, I know she'd want me to still have manners.
"Look, if it's not too much trouble, could you get me some supplies," she asked looking at me with sorrow. She handed me a list and then left me and my cold beans to be alone. I took a bite out of a carrot and unfolded the list. As the vegetable crunched in my mouth I glanced over the words written in tiny letters on the lines.

List
•chocolate chips
•sugar

That was all the list said. What could she even do with sugar anymore. After I finished off my beans, I stood up and walked over to the mirror. I left my other carrot on the tray.
I examined my fragile looking body. I was slim all the way down, I kinda looked like I had a skinny rectangular shape. I let my hair down. It was matted and greasy and hand a little blood in it, which was very noticeable because of the blonde color. My once baby blue eyes had become darker. They had lost their sparkle.
What was the world honestly coming to. I watched my mom get bitten by my own father. And my brother, he just, the biter just... After thinking about my family I couldn't hold back the tears anymore. I was tired of pretending that I was strong. Pretending I was something I wasn't.
I lied down on the bed and closed my eyes, wishing for all the memories to just go away.

"Mom," I screamed out, searching through the trees around me, "Dad!" I continued to look through the woods, finding nothing. I sat down against a tree and cried into my hands. I felt a palm grip my shoulder and I looked up to see my brother. "Nick," I wrapped my arms around his torso squeezing my eyes shut. I hear a snarl to see a biter chomp into Nick's neck. Screaming I jump back. I look into Nick's eyes and they're no longer green, they're a grayish color. He comes after me, chomping his teeth and growling. I look to the right of me and mom is there, with half of her face peeling off. I hear footsteps to my left and I see dad with his guts hanging out of his stomach. As I'm backing up I fall over a log, landing on my butt. I keep scooting back.
"No, no, no," I keep on repeating, "no, no, no."

"No, no, no," I keep saying with my eyes shut.
"Alison snap out of it," I am told while being shaken awake. I stop repeating that one small word and open my eyes. Carl standing in front of me, with his hands still on my arms. I lightly push him off of me. I know he's the reason I'm in here.
"We're about to leave to go on the run, so get ready," he said before walking out of the cell. "Oh and there's some clothes on the dresser for you."
I walk over to the brown dresser and grab the clothes. I slide my pants down and take them off. I lift my shirt over my head revealing my tiny stomach.
"Oh, Alison," I hear Carl come into the room. I instantly jump under the thin cover on the bed. "Oh, uh, sorry" Carl says turning around, "Dad said that he's gonna give you a gun, but you only get one clip." I'm still hiding myself under the covers. He walks out of the room rather quickly.
I don't start getting dressed again until I hear the big cell block door shut. I slide on the jeans and a plain army green T-shirt that has a hole in the sleeve. The jeans were a little loose. I grabbed my belt and put it around my waist. The shirt was a pretty good fit, it wasn't too loose.
I slide my knife in between my jeans and my belt. I slip on my boots that I've been wearing for at least the past 6 months, if not longer. They're a little worn out, but they still work.
I walk over to the cell block gate. I open the big grey door that keeps me isolated from everyone.
This is it Alison, time to show that you belong.