Francis and Zoey 4-Ever Chapter 1: Not Alone Anymore
It was getting darker and darker and I knew that if I didn't find a safe house pretty soon I would be some zombie's dinner. Most people in this kind of situation would be terrified, which makes sense considering that this may very well be the end of the world. I would be lying to you if I told you I wasn't scared at all but I really had nothing to really lose… no family or close friends. In a way I enjoyed life this way (it was like the world's biggest bar fight), at the same time it also made me miss my old life.
I was walking down an alley when I heard a young woman's scream from across the street. I shot four infected and ran to see who it was and hopefully find someone to travel with. There was an infected man in a hooded sweatshirt jumping towards the woman. It landed on her and I immediately ran up to it, smacked it in the head with my pump shotgun and shot it in the head sending blood fly through the sky.
"Thank you so much, you saved my life!" said the young woman. She looked like she was around 18 or so and she had brown hair in a ponytail and was wearing a reddish pink track jacket and jeans. I noticed when I looked into her eyes that I felt something I had never felt before, a feeling that for once in my life I wasn't alone.
"I was beginning to think I was the only person alive in the whole world, it's good to see another person who isn't infected. The name's Francis by the way. What's your name?" I asked trying to avoid blushing.
"I'm Zoey, it's nice to meet you Francis," said Zoey.
"We better find a safe house soon or we won't last out here by ourselves."
Zoey nodded and smiled. There was some graffiti on the wall of a building that I recognized as the symbol for safe houses around the city.
"Before we move on, Zoey, do you have any weapons?" I asked.
"Afraid not," she replied.
"Here, I have two extra pistols. I have my shotgun so I'll be okay."
"Thank you Francis, but I don't know if I can kill these things, they just seem so… human. I'm sorry, it probably sounds really stupid…"
"Not at all, don't be silly. It's difficult at first, but you eventually get used to it."
"Okay I'll try."
A lone zombie was leaning against a wall and Zoey crouched down and carefully shot a bullet right through the middle of its head.
"Nice shot, Zoey!" I exclaimed.
"Well watching all those zombie movies has finally paid off," Zoey said with a chuckle.
"Guess so, you're a natural at this. I hate zombies."
"You're not the only one, let's get a move on."
I nodded and continued walking down the alley towards where the safe house was. There were a dozen or so zombies in our path and I shot about seven of the ones that were closer to us with my shotgun and Zoey proceeded to shoot the other five or so with precise headshots.
When the zombies were cleared I felt something wrap around my stomach and begin to pull me away from Zoey. I turned around to see an infected covered in boils and other disfigurations. I thought my lungs were going to collapse and I could barely breathe but I just managed to call for Zoey, "Help!"
Zoey turned around to see me constricted, her eyes widened and she quickly ran towards the strange infected, she smacked it in the face with her pistol and shot it several times before it exploded into a cloud of some strange smoke. I could barely breathe as it was and this just made it all the more difficult.
Zoey quickly grabbed me by my vest and managed to drag me out of the smoke. "Francis, are you alright? What the hell was that thing?" Zoey asked, clearly concerned by what had just happened.
"Ow, damn that hurts! But, I'm okay… thanks to you," I told Zoey.
"You saved me Francis; I couldn't just sit there and let you die. I won't lose you- I can't," Zoey said, "Lets get you inside the safe house; we'll be able to treat you there."
It surprised me that someone actually cared about me for the first time in my life. It felt really good and although I was physically hurt it didn't matter. "Thanks Zoey," I said choked up with a tear running down my cheek that I hoped she wouldn't notice.
Zoey helped me by offering her shoulder and we walked the short distance remaining to the safe house. I sealed the red metal door and I was happy that she was safe.
A/N: I know this chapter isn't the greatest, but now that I have more chapters I can confidently say that it gets a lot better than this so please read on.