Jordan's POV
I sat on a log and took a deep breath. I had no idea where I was. I was scared. I always had Olivia with me. We got separated by a herd of those... Things. I shivered as a cool, brisk wind blew past me.
I stood up and began walking in no known direction. The fall leaves crunched under my feet as I walked. I couldn't take it, I needed to see Liv again.
I sighed. I heard a noise behind me. I spun around and came face to face with a dead person.
I tried to back up and I tripped. The thing fell on me and I screamed. I dropped my knife and my gun was unreachable. I cried as I thought this was the end.
I'm sorry Maddy and Olivia... I think in my head. The dead person came closer and closer to me as it snapped it hungry teeth, waiting for something to munch on.
A gunshot rung though the air and the dead person fell on me, dead... Again. I looked around and I saw a boy about my age, maybe older standing there. His blue eyes stood out from his dirty face, along with his sheriff's hat.
He came closer to me and I backed away. Anyone that has gotten close to me always hurt me in some way. Except for Olivia.
"It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you." He said gently.
I looked at him with sad eyes. Can't he see I want to die? He held out his hand and I flinched. He quickly pulled it back.
"Um, you can come with me, but first a few questions." He said.
"How many walkers have you killed?" He asked.
I gave him a confused look. Walkers?
"The dead things walking around." The boy said, noticing my confusion.
I shrugged my shoulders.
"How many people have you killed?" He questioned.
I held up 2 fingers.
"Why?" He asked.
I looked away as tears welled up in my eyes.
"Come on." He said as he helped me up.
Once his hands left me, I moved myself a bit further away from him. He picked up my weapons and held them towards me. I carefully took them and put them back where they belong.
We started walking and I started to feel really sad. I was probably never going to find my sister.
Olivia's POV
I stumbled blindly through the neighborhood. I has been a few weeks, maybe a month since I saw my little sister Jordan.
I walked up the steps of a small white house. I tried turning the knob but it was locked. I raised my leg and with all my strength, I kicked the door down.
It went flying and hit the step that lead to the second story. I walked into the kitchen and began opening the cupboards. All I found was a metal water bottle.
I sighed and put it into my backpack. I really needed two things. Food and Jordan. I sat on the ground took a deep breath.
I am really, really, tired. I yawned and collapsed onto the ground.
Jordan's POV
The boy with blue eyes and a sheriff's hat lead me to God knows where. I clutched on to the necklace that Olivia gave me for my 13th birthday. I played with it in my fingers. The cool metal locket felt nice in between my fingers.
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Lost
FanfictionJoin two sisters, Olivia and Jordan Hollis and their adventures through the apocalypse. Also, venture into the dark corners of their past. Beware, may be dark. (The story line isn't the same as the show, we just pulled a yolo.)