This is not how I thought I would die. Being chased by zombies, that used to be my bestfriends. I never thought that the world would turn out this way, zombies that Chris Mclean invented for some tv show, bite people and create a mass of zombies. I am pretty sure that me and my girlfriend, Gwen are the only people left.
Gwen was my best friend, until all of our friends got turned into evil living dead. She was so upset, she kissed me. I thought I liked it, but it didn't matter anymore. If we were the only ones left, man and women, then we would destroy all zombies and have children to create more people. Gwen isn't really my type. Sure shes pretty, but not what I look for. Shes pale, with short black hair and teal highlights. She has smoky eyes and a nice body.
I look for tan girls, with lots of curves and perfectly highlighted hair, mocha with golden and carmel highlights. I want a strong, feisty, independent women who knows how to live her life. Gwen is a goth chick that is kind of a loner. I am a punk. A rebel. No feisty women want me. They take one look at my green Mohawk and piercings, raise their perfectly plucked eyebrow and stomp off.
Now here I am, hiding behind a boulder with Gwen in my lap looking out for zombies. She is breathing heavily looking quickly left to right, and motioning for me to come. We crawl out into the open, looking to see if its clear and stand up. If we make any loud noises, they will come running. Gwen turns around and looks me in the eyes, teal to smoky. She sighs letting a small breath come out, visible to the cold air.
She walks closer and grabs my face in her small hands. She slowly inches her way closer and lets her lips fall onto mine. I always try to picture her different, but I just cant with her lip texture. She slowly pulls away smiling.
"I love you." She whispers.
"I know." I whisper back. I cant tell her I love her, because I just don't. There is no real chemistry, we are too alike. She smiles sadly, lips curving and eyes twinkling with broken hope. I broke her hope, she hoped that I would loved her, but I cant. We walk hand in hand, looking in the damaged buildings for food, water, and weapons.
She sighs upset that we didn't find anything. We make our journey farther. I think about my life. It had been perfect until Chris Mcleans inventing. I havnt found true love before that, but I don't give a damn. Now I do. Gwen is not who I wanted to share my life with, but oh well.
Gwen shoves my cheast and points at a creature staring at us in a corner. It had bulging eyes with red vanes, pale green skin, short spiky hair and torn up ghetto clothes. I took out my knife and slowly made my way over to the zombie. It crotched down into a defensive pose, ready to jump. It leaped up and scratched my face.
I held in my scream, trying not to make so much noise. I wiped away some blood and tore at its neck with my knife. You have to hit a certain spot in the neck to kill it. It dropped down, lifeless. I turned around to see Gwen. She had her hands covering her mouth and fear clearly shining in her eyes. She put her arms down and hugged me. I hugged back, glad that she was with me. It would be hard if I was alone.
We made our way into another building looking for guns. I turned around to look at Gwen, but she was gone. Oh no. I turned around and started running, looking for her. I hand grabbed my shoulder and a gun was on my temple, and I knew it wasn't Gwen…
That's my chapter, sorry it was so short. I don't know how all this zombie stuff goes, I am just a girl. Not a geek. Im also not a lesbian for writing about girls this way, it is just how I want a guy to look at me *sigh* I am so hopeless romantic Review please and thank you!