So this is a new thing! I'm calling it a mini book! While there are mini SERIES, mini books are going to be longer! At least 6 chapters but unable to be put into its own book!
This one was requested by BamBamDabbs
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"So tell me a story." Louis smiles as he hands me a blanket and sits down next to me.
"Okay what kind of story do you want to hear?" I ask as I look at my boyfriends caramel skin, glowing in the rising suns rays. His dark eyes now illuminated into a beautiful color.
"Tell me a sad story."
"A sad story? Why a sad one?"
"Because I want to cry."
"Okay. Here we go then."

"Turn the wheel Clem!"
I look over to see Clem starting to shift out of control.
"Clem! Control it!" I shout as Kenny reached over to grab the wheel.
With no luck the car still weaved in and out of the right lane.
"Clem!" I shout in anticipation of the tree up ahead. I grabbed onto aj to protect him. In an instant, we collided with the force in front of us.

I jumped up in panic as I remembered what had happened that day. The horrifying crush feeling of my ribs when the impact was it's most prominent stung again in my ribs. Not like it was yesterday, but a ghost trauma kind of sting. There was also a sting in my heart because that's the day I last saw Clem and aj. I had sworn to stay back and fight off the walkers to let aj and Clem get somewhere safe. And I'm hoping they did. A part of me doubts it because I haven't seen them in who knows how long, but a part of me is hopeful because I was also miles and miles away from them. On foot I couldn't even travel half the distance a car could in a day. But here I was, tracking one foot after the other, trudging and pulling till I get somewhere I consider progress.

The day was long. I'd slept in the woods the night before and that's always a restless sleep. Constantly watching your back for walkers or other crazy people still alive in this shitty world. Going on three hours of sleep, a hike was not what I wanted. I walked along the concrete road, a sign of hope for me personally, and kept on breathing till I got somewhere interesting.

The thing about he apocalypses -and being alone in particular- is that you have to be hopeful but not too hopeful. You have to care but not that much. You have to know when to worry and when to not. And this right here, this endless road with the stupid walking, this is a part where I don't care. This in fact is the part I don't care about the most. I couldn't care less about walking and dragging my feet down an endless road of suffering and disappointment.
Wow... now that I think about it, I'm very depressing. Maybe that's why I don't have friends.
Shit. Did it again.

I get lost in my own thoughts all the time. Sometimes purposely and sometimes just out of pure luck. Walking was most of my day. Walking to somewhere. Walking to nowhere. I felt something brush on my exposed arm and I looked to see it was just a leaf. I rubbed my arm rigid like a sand dune and pulled my sleeve down. Fall had been kicking in and it was getting chilly toward dusk. Today was actually the first cold day of the season. If I remember correctly, it's earlier than I remember. It wasn't supposed to be this cold for another week or two.
I sighed to myself and found a little nook to fall asleep in. It wasn't a cave but it wasn't a pit. It was a little hole in a hill on the side of the road. I thought it perfect and decided to take it as mine for the night.