Survivors of the Dead

by DyingWarrior

Vi Sanders has never been popular. Her mother dies in a car crash and never told anyone how she felt and became closed off. She was always made fun of because her lungs had become damaged because her mother smoked a lot, she felt rejected so she trained to be stronger and soon came the apocalypse. Who knew the people that hated her also ended up saving her life. Oc Story Need Oc

1. Grief and Loss

Hey guys what's up? So I got some bad news. This is gonna most likely going to be the only story I'm gonna update for a while but I'm going to rework some as well. I'm only doing this because I've been so busy and I have little to no time to update so I'm just gonna rework some shit. I'll try to get a story completely reworked one a month or something like that but I just don't have much time to post and write right now. I plan on updating this story as well depending on how many views it gets and how many people like it.

Chapter 1 Grief and Loss

I sighed as I got out of my brothers car walkinginto the high school leaving my brother and watching him drive away. Today he had a flight and was going to Japan. He was lucky I wanted to go to but I was too young and I still had school.I
walked over to my classroom and took a seat in the back of the class. I sighed and closed my eyes.

My name is Vi Sanders. I am 15 years old and I am in 12th grade. You might be wondering how I'm so young and in such a high grade. That's easy. I skipped 8th and 6th grade. Today is June 15th of 2014. Also the day I get to take the strength test in gym.
It's also the worst day of my life. 2 yearsago this day was the daymy mother died in a car accident. I've avoided all my friend's sense then,they didn't need to know what happened and I didn't want their sympathy.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep for most of first block until I heard the announcements come on. It was the principle. "Everyone please evacuate the school. This is an emergency please safely evacuate the school do not panic-" I listened as he was cut
off and looked out the window and saw….Zombies!

"No get away! Don't do this!" My head snapped back to the speaker. They were in the school. I listened to him scream as he was killed and I slowly got up and started sneaking out of the school not making a sound. Suddenly I heard a loud scream and ran
into the old gym avoiding the crowd of rampaging kids trying to get away only to run into zombies.

I looked away and started to walk away not wanting to see the sight. I can't believe this was happening! I've only played games about this I don't know where to go what to do! I thought to myself and soon realized I was panicking. I calmed myself down
and slid on my black leather jacket that was wrapped around my waist.

I snuck out of the gym and over to the teachers' lounge. I walked in taking a set of keys and slowly walked out only to see a zombie in front of me. I held my breath ready to be killed but watched him walk right past me. They….can't see me…I realized
and smiled.

'Let's test sound.' I thought to myself and grabbed a bloodyshoe near one of the lockers and threw it on the ground by a group of zombies.

I watched the zombies stumble over to the shoe and try to eat it. I smiled and slowly walked out of the school walking over to the car the keys belonged to. It was a mustang, I had left it there last week when my brother had come to the school to pick
me up from a party. I opened it up and got in and started the car. I smiled having seen my brother drive millions of times I had figured out how to drive. Plus even if it was illegal it was the end of the world. Nothing mattered anymore. I could only
hope my dad and brother were safe right now. I might harden my heart even more if they weren't. Or…I might do more I true fully don't know.

I drove to my house and ran inside only to find my father already bitten. My eyes widened in shock and I looked over him not sure what to say or do. "Come here my child." My father told me and I ran over to him kneeling next to him. I looked over the
bite mark on his arm. He didn't have long.

"Yes father?" I muttered holding back tears.

"Listen close..." He said and coughed up blood. I leaned closer and listened. "Vi you need to survive find weapons find supplies. Save as many lives as you can before you die my daughter." He lifted a bloody hand up to my face. "Burn the bodies of the
dead you kill. And bury the ones of the ones you knew. Leave me here though kill me and leave me here. Save the living ones give them homes…..My daughter….I always loved you…." He muttered before he fell to the ground dead.

I held back my tears and before he could completely turn I grabbed his sword with the wolves dancing on it and sliced off his head. I stood up slowly shutting the still open door and head down to the basement putting in the code and turning the lights
on.

I looked at all the weapons around and smiled. I looked over all the weapons and supplies as I moved downstairs. There were some perks to your father being an ex-general of the military. I looked around and grabbed 4 duffle bags. I looked over the weapons
deciding what to take.

I grabbed two B23R's and put them in weapon holsters. Then I grabbed my Katana and put it next to my father's they both had wolves on them. I grabbed a Scar-H and set it besides my bags. I then moved over to the flame thrower my father had and put that
by my bags as well. I moved over to the weapons wall and grabbed my two hunting knifes and put them in the bottom of my shoes inside the sole.

I moved over to the ammo rack and filled one bag with ammo for a B23R, and for a Scar-H. I grabbed the third bag and moved over to the other supplies. I put a foot of rope, ten boxes of matches, five water canteens, five first aid packs, six flashlights,
and about twenty radios. I left the filled bags their and took the one empty one and ran to my room.

I grabbed about eleven pairs of socks, underwear, pants, bra's, shirts, three jackets with hoods, and two bathing suits. Then I went to the bathroom grabbing four large towels and four small towels. I went into the kitchen grabbing ten boxes of pop tarts,
five boxes of granola bars, and about fifteen bottles of alcohol and putting it all in the bag before heading back downstairs and stripping my clothes down before changing into one of the other sets of clothes.

I strapped one of my B23R's to each leg and put on the same shoes. I put on a bullet proof vest and put on a jacket over it hiding my muscles and 6 pack making me look kind of large. I pulled my hood up and looked over myself in a mirror. I looked like
an average teen.

I grabbed a 5th bag and stuck both the Scar-H and the flamethrower in it and picked up all five bags putting two on my right shoulder and three on my left. I grabbed both Katana's and their cases and strapped them both to my sides before heading back
upstairs and moving to the garage. I smiled seeing my purple motorcycle and got on it. I had modified my bikes engine to last through anything even an emp blast. I grabbed my keys hidden in the bag on its sides and put all five duffle bags in the
3 bags on her and took off on my bike.

I dodged a large amount of zombies until I found a building with a balcony that seemed safe. I looked around it clearing the building finding no zombies and unpacked all my stuff from the bike and brought it inside. I laid on the master bed and thought
about my father and my mother then my dead friends. Then I did the first thing I hadn't done in a while.

I cried.

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