Chapter 1
Many fads have been taking place recently. Mostly about
drop dead sexy werewolves and ancient but still hot vampires. We've all read the unrealistic books and saw the fictitious movies. Well those are all fake, and right now, at this very moment, there's something spreading around that's real. It's a virus. Literally nobody is safe as this crisis is international. Very few are alive. Including me. There is only one word to say that describes everything perfectly. Zombies.
This whole undead take over the world crap started almost a year ago. I've been on my own since. I know, right?
How the hell is a 15 year old girl one of the few on Earth? Well I have rules and I follow them. Kind of like the guy on one of my favorite movies "Zombieland".
I lost my family almost right after the virus started to spread. We weren't really close, but I loved them. I was extremely close to one of them. It was my cat. I know I sound like a loser saying that but it's not like there are any humans I can trust. Especially now sense there are all of the possibilities of them snapping my bones and sucking me dry. I still have him too. His name is Pepper. He follows me and listens, almost like a dog. Believe it or not, he's done a few zombie killings himself. It helps a lot to have 3" claws.
I saved him from our house when we escaped from my flesh-craving family. I woke up around midnight only to walk into the living room and find my mother snacking on a neighbor. I freaked. I mean I had to do something. It wasn't my mom anymore. I took a guitar which I had for Guitar Hero and smashed her head in a couple of times. My step dad was already gone. Gone as in completely dead. A man who lived close had shot him twice. Unfortunately, that was the same man who my mother was chewing on like licorice. It sounds gross and it is. I see it just about everyday.
It's hard growing up in a zombie world. No place is what it use to be. Everything is everywhere Zombies. It's kind of nice considering everything is free. I stole a hippy van and stocked up on food, water, clothes, and most important, weapons. A newly teen driving and killing doesn't sound too legit but for now, it's as legit as anything can get at this time.