They Walk

They Walk - By Amy Lunderman




Forward

It's only when we truly know and understand that we have a limited time on earth -- and that we have no way of knowing when our time is up -- that we will begin to live each day to the fullest, as if it was the only one we had.

- Elisabeth Kubler-Ross





Prologue

When I was little, I loved running in the rain. There was something almost freeing about it. The exhilaration of your blood pumping, the quick shallow breaths, and the way the wind brushes past your body. My most favorite part is how you push yourself to the point of feeling unstoppable.

Now?

Running is a way of life for me. It has been for a long time.

What’s the saying of only running if being chased?

Well, that says a lot these days.

It all began one night at a party. I know what you’re thinking. Don’t things usually go wrong at parties? Well yes, as a matter of fact they do. However, do your parties end with dead people trying to eat your face off? No. I didn’t think so. Since mine does, maybe I should explain.

My name is Maggie Cooper and I’m not your average seventeen year old.

I just happen to be the only one my age that can expertly wield an ax like my life depends on it. Basically it kind of does, depend on my life expectancy, but that’s just because of all the dead that try to eat my face off.

So here is my story. Remember to keep in mind that it’s not for the faint of heart. Lots of blood is spilt and most of it is mine. Hang on tight. It’s going to be a bumpy ride, especially the end.

You are now forewarned.