The worlds gone to hell and the dead are rising, long gone are the loved ones that passed on, walking in their place are disgusting monsters, mindless shells driven by the primal desire to eat. Attacking anyone and anything in their path that could fill that role, everyone in the world panicked and fled the cities in search of refuge, this is where my story begins, just outside of Dallas Texas.
It's late in the evening, and the roads are so packed with cars, it's impossible to move, I sit in my truck and flashes of what have happened over the past few days flicker in my mind.. I shudder in fear, in disgust at what this end of days had forced me to do. I only had time to pack survival gear, and a few other select items. My grandfather forced me to take all of his guns, all except his pistol, he kept seven bullets, one for each of the dogs, and then one for him and my grandmother. they filled my truck with enough food to last me at least a few months, I cried, begging them to come with me, he only kissed my head and told me to go.
I forced myself to not look back. I jump as I feel the ground shake, I turn my head and gasp, the sight of a mushroom shaped cloud taking out the city making everyone scream, I shifted my truck into gear and high tailed it out of the only state I had ever known, I listened to music quietly, traveling across the states, grateful that my diesel truck had a full tank, an I glanced at the cans in the back, my grandfather had given me a chance. I drove mindlessly, not stopping, I found myself drifting off to sleep, I shook myself awake and turned into the woods, I had no clue where I was, I curled up in the back seat with a gun cradled to my chest, praying that the dead didn't find me.
I woke up with a scream, the scent of rotting flesh making bile rise in my throat. A shiver of terror went down my spine, making my body shake. One of the Undead pinned me to the seat of the truck, it's face half missing, maggots and other bugs crawling over the muscle tendons and bone. I screamed even louder, trying to shove the thing off of me, it latched its teeth onto my shoulder. I growled in pain, the bite burning worse than anything I'd ever felt, I kicked it off of me, it's teeth still in place, taking a huge chunk out of my shoulder. I cocked my gun and pulled the trigger. One shot and it was dead silent. I say there for a second, catching my breath, the moment I finally came to, I hissed. The bite was burning up my whole body. I ripped a sleeve off of a shirt and tried to stop the spread. When I could feel the burn continuing to spread, I just laid there in the seat of my truck, crying in anger. I was going to turn into one of them. I grabbed one of my grandfathers pistols and cocked it. I put the metal in my mouth, my hands shook so badly I couldn't even hold it still.
"GOD DAMN IT! Why do I have to be such a fucking coward?!" I dropped the gun into the floor and curled up, crying. I prayed, I prayed that I wouldn't hurt anyone. The fever was leaving, starting to make me feel cold. I smiling shyly at the ceiling of the truck, angry tears running down my face," I'll see you soon Momma.." I laid my head against the glass, my heart started to slow down, before I could blink, my sight began to fade.
Everything... Was... Black..
*AUTHORS NOTE***
Oh no! whats going to happen to poor Silver?!
This is just a start out to it, I'm currently writing more chapters for this,
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