A/N: Well, I seems as though I actually wanted to do this fairly quickly because I haven't had much to do, so I'm bored. Well, I hope you like the updated Version of My Apocalypse, now named The Dreams. I hope you enjoy the updated versions of this story, which will have a better plot and story development. Also, I'm going to be using some curses in this story, so don't get butt hurt over me putting this in the T section. So yeah, R&R.
Through the shrill cold and mist you can see a teenage boy about the age of fourteen. He has lost everything. His home, his friends, and even his family. His name is Greg. He is a survivor of the apocalypse, a world filled with chaos. He lifted up an axe and a stone that was near him and started sharpening it. Greg was about 5ft, wore glasses and had dark brown hair. Next to the kid lay a hunting rifle and a bow with 10 more arrows. He sits on a log in the middle of the woods, the safest place from the zombies...hopefully, in depression. He is just one of the unlucky souls that didn't make it to the evacuation site.
There was a snap in the trees and he jumped up. Then, from what seemed like nowhere, a hunter jumped. Greg raised his axe butt and knocked the hunter down out of mid-air. He punctured the hunters neck with the sharp end of his axe forced it until the head rolled off.. Greg realized that this area was not safe, and pick up his rifle and bow and moved off. Greg quickly realized many footprints in the mud, all varying in size. He followed them to an old road and lost their trail. He knew the sentient zombie city of Cherrygrove was to the right, so he knew if they were survivors, they wouldn't go there. Sentients are smarter infected. They don't remember a lot about their lives but all they do is that they were humans and have some hatred towards non-infected.
Greg walked cautiously on the battered road until coming across a small, yet still destroyed, town. From the corner of his eye, he caught what apeared to be the creature known to as the smoker by the minority of the survivor population. He looked closer to find his prediction to come true. Careful not to move his head just in case they were watching him, he calculated where the smoker was moving and pulled out his rifle. "STOP!" the smoker yelled.
"What the fuck?" Greg replied in confusion.
"Please don't shoot! I was kicked out of a zombie town for, well, let's just say 'things'. Nobody will take me, not even the street gangs in the older sentient towns. Please just let me come with you! It'll be worthwhile for you!." The smoker pleaded. Greg thought about it for a second.
"Fine you can come along if you want but only if you stay out of my way." Greg replied annoyed.
"Thanks for helping me, I really appreciate it!. My name's Jake by the way. And I'm 15. What about You?" Stated the smoker apparently named Jake.
"I'm not going to tell my name to someone I just met. Especially an infected." Greg said coldly.
Jake sighed. "Hopefully this human will lighten up to me." Jake thought. Morning came and Greg still refused to tell his name and age. Jake bothered Greg about his name until he finally snapped. "Fine, my name is Greg! What else do you want from me?" He screamed.
"Well, where are you heading?" Jake asked.
"I'm heading to the Jersey shore so I can get to Haven City. The safe haven for non-infected in this area." Greg said.
"How far away is that?"
''It's the Jersey shore! How far away do you think it is?We are in Burlington city!" Greg said. Jake, realizing his incompetence, lowered his head.
Suddenly, a large groan pierced their ears. The horde was coming. "Stand back and let me handle this." Greg said taking out his axe. Then, out of the distance a mob of zombies were sprinting to their position. Greg sliced through the zombies with relative ease. The first zombie got its head chopped off along with three others. Greg swung the axe around in circles and cut the zombies in half. after about what seemed like five minutes, the zombie massacre was over.
The massacre wasn't over. Loud bangs on the ground signaled something big was coming. This meant only one thing, a tank was coming. Greg took out his rifle and pointed directly at the tanks bobbing forehead. Greg used a precise accuracy as possible. He fired several bullets before the tank got closer. He jumped out the tank's swaying arm and fired potshots at the confused tank. Enraged, the tank picked up a car and threw it at Greg. He dodge the flying ton of metal and fired at the tank. After this assault, the tank was dead. "Where did you learn to fight like that? "Jake asked stunned by the massacre of zombies.
"Left 4 Dead" Greg replied. Greg continued marching on through the small town. He stopped at the acme That was in the town. He passed by a destroyed gazzebo and a bunch of dead zombies. Survivors have been here. Greg was disapointed when he figured out that the survivors got away by helicopter.
Greg herd voices down the road. Using his scope on his rifle, Greg saw that it was the people he wanted to meat the least. C.E.D.A., an organization who take people away from there homes and test them for infection research. There is no way Greg was planing to be tested on for the rest of his life. "We need to leave now." Greg said quietly.
"Why?" Jake replied.
"It's C.E.D.A., they'll carve us up and test us for infection research." Greg answered.
"I don't like it how you 'us'. "Jake replied nervously. So Greg and Jake headed off towards the shore were Greg hopefully finds the mysterious Haven City. Greg realized that Jake was doing nothing to help , so he gave him his bow and arrow for protection. "Where did you get these weapons?"
"My neighbor was a hunter before the infection. After the infection spread out, he decided to leave the country. I never heard from him again." Greg replied. They had reached the shore, and by that time, it was nightfall, so Greg decided to set up camp. "I'll take first watch. if I get tired and can't keep my eyes open, I will tell you." So, Jake went to bed. A couple hours later, at 2:03 am, Greg noticed a small figure walking towards them. It was laughing like a hyena. Greg knew instantly it was a Jockey. Greg woke up Jake and told him to stand guard and stay alert.
The Jockey Jumped on Greg. Jake picked up his Bow and shot three arrows into the stupid infected. The infected lay dead and motionless." I will put the body in the ocean so some commons don't come and investigate for food." Greg stated. He needed some sleep for the next day so Jake took watch.
The next day came quickly for Greg but as for Jake, he was very tired and didn't want to help out cleaning the campsite. Greg could understand. Jake and Greg walked for many hours, for Greg, hoping the city was going to show up soon. For Jake, it would his worst nightmare. Greg stopped dead in his tracks. "What is it?" Jake asked curiously.
Greg had noticed something out off the coast. "Oh no..."
Well, I guess this chapter is now complete, I hope you guys enjoyed it, and DON'T read the original, the typing in that was horrendous. So, yea, R&R. Thanks for reading.