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Pretty Much Dead Already
Chapter 1: Let Out the Dead
First POV (Ty)
It all happened so quickly. It's been over a year since it all started. The government and the military both fell. Stores ransacked, hospitals closed, houses and schools boarded up. I'm just 15 and I've learned how to survive in this apocalyptic world. It's just me and my friend, Abigail. We have to constantly keep looking for food, water, weapons, and shelter. One thing we've known for the past year is that we're on our own.
An infection broke out and the dead have risen to feed on the living and decimate humanity. This world will soon be ruled by the undead.
In the forests of Michigan
August 16, 2014
Abigail and I looked around the forest for anything to eat. We had settled in a tree so the undead army couldn't reach us. I heard something rustle. I pulled out my bow and arrow. I turned around as I drew back on my bow. In my sights was a squirrel. I put canceled the shot and relaxed.
"It's ok. It was just a squirrel, Ty." Abigail said. "We cleared out this area weeks ago."
"Maybe new zombies decided to migrate down here." I answered as I looked at her with a slight smirk.
"Maybe. Just relax. If we get into trouble, we'll watch each other's backs like always." She replied, putting her hands on my shoulders as she smiled.
"Ok." I returned the smile. We continued our search for food.
When the apocalypse started, Abigail and I bumped into each other. Both of us lost our families. Hers committed suicide while mine, I never saw the outcome. On another note, we had a fair amount of supplies. We both had a bow and we shared 29 arrows. We kept reusing them. Abigail had a combat knife and so did I. I had a tomahawk as well. We had found different types of edible fruit in the forest. Apples, grapes, oranges, peaches, you name it. There was cool water from a creek near our camp. We used it for washing and drinking. We boiled the water to get all of the bacteria out. We had heavy coats for winter and some clothes. We fortunately had some medical supplies.
Later
As the darkness of night fell, Abigail started the fire so we can be warm. The moon was full and it brightened the night much more. Stars were more visible than ever. Abigail sat right next to me after finishing the water we shared.
"You ok, Ty?" She curiously asked, looking at me. I didn't respond. "Tyler?' I looked at her as she put a hand on my shoulder. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes.
"I'm fine." I said, looking back towards the fire.
I forgot to describe what Abigail looks like. She was a brunette with green eyes and light tan skin. She had glasses like I used to. She was beautiful. She was my best friend.
"I'm gonna head to bed. Good night, Ty." Abigail replied, hugging me.
"I'll keep watch." I returned the hug. "Good night, sleep tight, don't let the dead bite." We both chuckled.
As Abigail lied down onto her pillow, I stroke the hair from her face. She smiled before closing her eyes, falling asleep. I put my pillow behind my back so if I fall asleep, I'll have some comfort. I was up for about two hours before falling asleep. I thought of a song as I fell asleep.
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
And it can't be outfought,
It can't be outdone,
It can't be outmatched,
It can't be outrun.
No!
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
Oh!
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
God save us everyone,
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?
For the sins of our hands,
The sins of our tongues,
The sins of our fathers,
The sins of our young.
No!
And when I close my eyes tonight,
To symphonies of blinding light!
God save us everyone,
Will we burn inside the fires of a thousand suns?
Ooh!
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky!
Oh!
Like memories in cold decay,
Transmissions echoing away,
Far from the world of you and I,
Where oceans bleed into the sky.
Lift me up,
Let me go...
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun
And it can't be outfought,
It can't be outdone,
It can't be outmatched,
It can't be outrun.
No!
God bless us everyone,
We're a broken people living under loaded gun.
And it can't be outfought,
It can't be outdone,
It can't be outmatched,
It can't be outrun.
No!
As I finished, I began to sleep peacefully.