Ok. This is my first story on fanfic, if you are reading this I was inspired by , a good friend on steam and fanfic
My steam name is armaholic1234, and so's my YouTube name.
The passing
Zoey, Francis, bill and Louis were in some tough times during the infection they had long since run out of ammo and the infected had changed, they wore bulletproof armour, so pistols were useless, and hazard suits, so gas tanks and Molotov's were useless too.
Louis had settled for a ninja sword, Francis an a guitar and bill a cricket bat, zoey had to settle to a frying pan. They hadn't been able to find a safe room for two days, they had found a few but they had all been smashed by a tank that they were still looking for. After it ran off
They still trudged on, tired, hungry, and in a very bad mood.
Some time later they found an intact safe room, inside there was nervous talking coming from inside , they politely knocked on the door and said their names, and soon the door opened, they were surprised to find women and children sitting on the makeshift beds, all covered in blood(the people i mean}, they quickly welcomed them in and showed them up a ladder to the second floor, there was some more beds this time empty. After settling in they found some ammunition and a few weapons. They kept their melee weapons though.
The next day
Zoey had found a diary from a previous survivor and started to read it...
Day 29, Thursday 19th October
I trundled for days after my friends had been killed; there was nothing i could do to help them, i had been chased by a tank while martin had been pounced by a hunter, Brian had been snatched by a smoker, and James had somehow startled a witch, that wasn't pretty.