Chapter Three:

The car failed. It simply failed, it Run out of gas before I reached the next the next town, I don't remember the town's name but it ended with 'berry'.

I had last seen the convoy through the winter, it looks like they had been to each town looking for a place safe, I guess, I haven't made contact since every time I go to they are gone leaving traces of nothing left over but an empty house with empty food cans and beds stripped of clothes, blankets e.g.

I walked slowly along the road of the town which the grass was over grown so the add pressure of snakes biting me and the walkers, although I have noticed that they haven't been many on this road but I keep on my guard up because they are pretty surprising when they get the upper hand.

I decided to walk into the bushes as three walkers walked aimlessly around the road looking for their next meal. As I said they can be pretty surprising as I walked into a walker and fought my way out its grip but I did make a lot of noise to attract more walkers from everywhere as I look taking out my katana out from its sheath and decapitated enough to move from where I was and running as fast as I can, placing the Katana back to run faster but as I ran along a ridge, I was jumped by a walker and I screamed loud which was going to cost me later.

I fell back trying to get away from the corpse that was grabbing at me, as I fell back I waved my arms around landing on my back and hitting my head.

As I come to for the first time since falling, I tried to assess my injuries when my side started to hurt badly, so I slowly ran my hand down until I touched the Katana that had busted through its sheath. I thought that a walker had finally got me but I found that it was my katana that was inside my side wincing as I looked and looking around me for walkers who tried not to fall over themselves to get to me and I know that I had to get up, soon.

Scrunching my face up and tearing up my flannel shirt and tying it around myself to cease the blood from oozing quickly from my wound. Biting my lip in pain, I had to remove the katana to be productive and to save myself from being a chew toy.

Squeezing my eyes closed, I cried out in pain as I pulled the blade from my side, tears running down my face as doing so, knowing that the walkers, two females and a male come towards me with faces mangled, chompers intact. Standing up with the katana and the material around me tightly I stood with my legs apart, holding the katana with two hands ready to wage war on these dead fuckers!

As I prepared my thoughts on this situation I was something whistle catching one of the female's attention, I saw a figure on the top of the ridge holding a bow when something clicked and I muttered two little words, "Help me?" Barely enough for the figure to hear on top of the ridge but it was the best thing I could do before taking the heads of the Walkers and collapsing unconscious, leaving my fate up to the stranger with the bow on top of the ridge above me.