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Prologue
My stinging, blood-shot eyes stare up towards the bright blue sky, observing as the fluffy puffs of cloud flow by painfully slow. I lay flat on my back, unsure if it is safe to move as of yet. My dark forest green eyes dart back and forth between each speck of sun peeking through the clouds. My body remains in the comfort of shade beneath a large tree, with its outstretched branches covered with leaves, protecting my figure from the harsh rays of the sun. My clothes stick to my sweaty skin in patches, caused by the summer heat. I draw my hand up to hold my aching head and notice a spot of blood. I narrow my eyes, attempting to focus on the crimson blood staining my hand but my mind is hazy and unfocused. I blink a few times, attempting to clear the haze of confusion from my thoughts but it refuses to cease. "Aw, shit," I mumble, struggling to lift myself up into a sitting position. Every muscle in my body aches and my head continues to throb, agonizingly.
What the hell happened to me? My brain battles with itself to recall its last memory. A woman's scream tears through the clear air. I jolt up onto my feet suddenly, my muscles screaming at my body to take it easy. I search the woods for the direction of the scream, as my hands bend to retrieve my fallen weapon from the ground. I grip the knife tightly in my hands as I follow the direction of the scream, cautiously. I manage my steps carefully, making certain that they would barely make a noise. The woman screams once more, this time louder and more persistent. I quicken my pace and dart through the trees, not caring if I was crushing broken branches and twigs in my wake. I notice a sliver of a pale hand, grabbing onto a tree trunk, between the hanging foliage. When I come up to the clearing I witness a tall woman kicking out at a walker, gripping onto the trunk behind her for better leverage. Further and further she is backed up against the tree as the walker saunters down onto her, grabbing ahold of her leg, causing her to fall over. She lands on the ground face first as I race over to aid her.
"Hey!" I shout, picking up a stray rock from the ground and pegging it at the walker's head. He twists around, enraged by the sudden disruption of his meal. One side of what used to be the man's face was torn off, the broken flesh dangling at his cheek. His eyes are a pale, sickly yellow color. The other side of his face is startlingly human compared to the other rotting, decomposing side. His teeth are grimy and black, stained by dirt and blood and his tattered clothes hang off of his thin frame in strips. He barrels towards me furiously. I panic from his sudden movement and stumble backwards slightly. His hands move to clamp onto my arm to chomp his jaw into it, tearing out chunks of skin; but my reflexes save me as I shove the knife, gripped in my hand, right into the center of his eye. He continues to wriggle beneath my grip so I remove the knife as swiftly as I can, to stab it in between his skull, puncturing whatever brain remained within.
The zombie tips over and collapses to the ground in a heap. I can see the woman coming towards me, but my vision suddenly becomes immensely blurry. I reach out to grab onto something so I do not fall, but all the lights go out and I stumble backwards into the walker's mutilated corpse.