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

“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