A stabbing pain was the first thing that greeted me. Right after that, was the greater pain in my side. The sun stung my eyes when I finally opened them. I groaned as I agonizingly rolled onto my back. Small, sharp objects poked my back causing me to sit up slowly. Pieces of glass were all around me. The source of all the glass was a wrecked jeep that crashed into a tree a few feet away from me. That one tree and the entire area were surrounded by more trees. I was in a forest.

With one last long breath, I pushed myself to my feet. The Jeep's windshield was completely shattered and the front two wheels were slashed open. A black backpack was still on the floor of the car. Taking it out and opening it, I saw it had a number of useful tools. Including a buck knife, a Glock pistol, and a full canteen. Right at the bottom was a picture of a boy and a beautiful girl I didn't recognize. Her long, blonde hair fell on her shoulders, and it brilliantly complemented her ocean blue eyes.

The boy stood much taller, and he was lean. Auburn hair that almost fell to his eyes that were hazel. They looked like they were happy and in love. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the rearview mirror. My eyes almost popped out of my skull. Bringing the picture right beside my face, I realized a horrifying truth. The guy in the photo was me.

A large gash occupied the right side of my head. As soon as I touched it, the sharp pain I felt minutes ago came back with a vengeance. So much so that I got dizzy and had to sit down. The light of the midday sun shined on a small object that reflected and hit my eyes. Reaching out for it, I realized it was a piece of jewelry. A single Army dog tag to be exact. Only with a name on the front.

"Jack Roads," I whispered to myself.

The sounds of rustling leaves brought me to attention. What I expected to see was a cute, small woodland creature. The thing that did emerge was something straight out of my nightmares. A figure with pale, damaged skin, messy tangled blonde hair. It walked slow and growled like an animal. The most terrifying realization? It was the girl in the photo with me.

It's as if she was transformed into something not of this world. I found it hard to believe that she was still able to walk due to the slash across both her wrists. As she got closer to me, I drew the blade from the backpack. With a shaky breath, I drove the knife into her chest. When it looked like it didn't even phase her, I shoved her away. Only for her to slowly rise and continue stalking towards me.

With disgusting teeth and a soulless glare, the monster lunged at me. Despite her still being half my size, it was still fairly difficult to keep her at bay. The horrifying features were even worse up close. Even though the blade was still in my hand, I froze at the site of this beast. It's as if my brain couldn't reach signal to tell my arms to move. When the monster almost got one good bite out of my neck; in a second of panicked rage, I drove the knife straight into her brain.

She fell to the floor like a sack of potatoes. With several large huffs of breath, I threw up whatever was in my system. Afterward, I staggered back to the jeep and collapsed in the front seat. That's when I realized something else, the seatbelt on the driver side was completely torn. What the hell happened here?

A blood-curdling shriek brought me to my senses. The pitch black darkness that greeted me suggested that I had fallen asleep. Several monstrous groans came after the scream. The source of the scream sounded like a young child.

'Ignore it, it's got nothing to do with you.'

Turning over, I placed one hand on my ear and pressed my head against the seat to block out the noise. When the screaming didn't stop, I pressed harder. I'm sure help will come for his soon.

"Please, help me!" the voice cried.

Grabbing my knife and Glock, I jumped out of the jeep into the direction of the cry. What greeted me was three more of those monsters surrounding a tree. In the tree was a small figure that I couldn't get a good look at. Raising my blade, I took down the first one easily. The two others immediately turned their hungry gaze towards me. The sudden twinge of fear I felt earlier came back when I saw those terrorizing faces again. They both chomped hungrily as their arms reached for me.

All of a sudden, a dark figure appeared out of the trees and decapitated one of the creatures. Before tripping the second one and driving an object straight into its skull. Whoever it was then turned to look at me. As it got closer, I realized it was not only much smaller than me but also a girl. She was maybe five one, rough looking clothes and a cold stare to match. Her black, curly hair was tied into two ponytails. Her most noticeable feature was her hat; white with a blue cursive 'D'. When she was right in front of me, I finally found my words.

"Thanks."

I cried in pain as she kneed me in the groins before tripping my feet out from under me. Before I could even look back at her, she had my gun pointed directly at my face. She pulled the hammer back.

'Well, I guess this is it.'

"Clem, stop!"

A small boy suddenly stood over me while putting his hands out to stop the girl. He looked to be no older than ten. Light brown skin and an afro. The voice I recognized immediately as the young person in the tree a minute ago.

"Clem, this guy saved my life!"

She didn't say anything.

"Clementine, Please!" the boy pleaded.

The girl waited a full eight seconds. Then she slowly extended her hand out towards me. I was about to take it before she roughly grabbed the collar of my shirt. That was all I saw before being engulfed in darkness.