"I'll be back in a month. Can't tell you where I'm going, but trust me; I'll be back, no matter what."
That was the last thing I heard from Nathan. He told me that a week ago. I wish he was here now.
Now I was running for my life from some crazed people who seemed to want to tear me apart. I had been sitting in my room, playing Left 4 Dead, and just as a boomer barfed on me, I heard the sound that one never forgets. The sound of hundreds of crazed maniacs rushing towards my domicile.
I had always prepared for the worst. I told myself, "Better safe than sorry." I had never thought that I would use a firearm against another human-thing. But, as I pulled my bug-out bag from under my bed, I ripped the Berreta M1911 sidearm from the bag and shot the first zombie to approach my window. I hoisted the pack onto my back, grabbed the keys to my cycle, and ran like hell. These fuckers weren't going to get me in the game, and the sure as hell weren't going to now.
I bolted from my room, shutting the door quickly as I passed it. I headed straight for my cycle, which was my special motorbike. I had made it quiet, efficient, and speedy, just so I could make a quick getaway. I headed out of my neighborhood, avoiding any Infected I passed. I went straight to Nathan's house, and on the way, I wondered what I must look like to anyone viewing my departure. It probably seemed like this: a skinny 14 year old on a motorcycle, holding a Berreta and wearing a hiking backpack. Weird, huh? As I pulled up to Nathan's house, I hauled it to the door, shot the lock, then kicked it down. No one was home, but, I knew where Nathan kept his survival gear. He, like I, had been preparing for something like this. I left him the standard code, 35535, just in case he made it back. I dumped as much as I could of his stuff into my bag, leaving his bag, guns, some ammo, and basic survival equipment. Just as I was zipping up to go, I heard someone walk quietly into the house. The only indication of this was the slightest crinkle as they walked over the glass that used to be in the door.
I wasn't alone.