I lied in my sleeping bag looking up at the stars. Just praying to the gods for this to all be over. I couldn't sleep. This all started with just one bad infection. Next thing I know everyone turns into nasty, eating, zombies. I take out my crumpled picture out of my pocket which was of me and my dead boyfriend Adonis. He was killed by what he thought was a crying girl, when it turned out to be one of those things. I had to witness my dead, lifeless, boyfriend laying in a pool of blood. He may have been a jerk, but he was still sweet. Now he's gone and i'm all alone. A small tear ran down my face. Come on Meg, big girls don't cry. As I put my picture away, I hear something. I turned my head and saw a group of zombies headed straight at me. All i had was two pistols and an adrenaline shot, so I had to make the best of them. I quickley ejected myself and ran as fast as i could while shooting. I soon found a safe room and was about to open it, untill something caught me. It felt slimey and long with a horrid smell. Whatever it was, it was dragging me to it. I was now stuck and all I could do was scream. I heard a gunshot and I was free. I looked up and saw a man who looked about my age. "Come on, let's go!" he said holding out his hand. "I can handle myself." I said pushing away his hand. "Alright, but come on! Run!" We both ran to the safe room and shut the door.
This is my first story so don't hate if it's bad. Hope you enjoyed it! Please make sure to review! Your more than welcome to give me advice if you want. :)