Epilogue

Epilogue

 

It’s been almost a year since my first encounter with the zombies. I’m still with Lan’s group. In fact, we’ve expanded and progressed so much from the past, but not without losing some people.

Of course, the zombies are still out there, and I haven’t forgotten what happened almost a year ago. Even now, as I’m standing in front of Mitchell’s grave, I can remember everything clearly. I kneel down and take out my old ax. In times like these, there isn’t much to own, and nothing valuable to possess. But I felt like this ax has some significance. After all, it was used to kill that zombie from so long ago.

            I clear my throat and am about to say something, but no words come out. Finally, I stand up and gaze down at his grave. Maybe I’ll find the right words to say to him next time I visit. Instinctively I brush my fingers across the hilt of his knife which is hanging on my side, and walk away. 

Reviews

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WAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!! That was so fast!!!!!! Howver short is good. You got straight to it to surprise the reader and give a "wipe-the-tear-that's-about-to-fall-off" emotion. Wicked story I loved it. :D

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A very good story. I hope to read more. I like the way you made the characters have life and purpose. Thank you for sharing the story.
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