I sat in a grungy kitchen, staring out the window, looking for walkers. It's the third time we've moved this week. Everywhere we go gets infested by walkers before we've had time to even sleep. We need to find a safe place before winter, don't want to be out in the snow. We also need to find more food. Who knows when the first blizzard will hit.
Megan wasn't far from where i sat now, she always stays close to me. She was sleeping, head on the table in the center of the room. Her brown hair was lit up by the rising sun. Suddenly, Sam walked in, "we've got more," he said, almost panicking,"get whatever supplies you can and let's move." I woke Megan up and we quickly gathered food and other things we could use from the kitchen.
We met Sam outside by the Rover, and threw everything in the trunk, Megan climbing in after it. I slammed the trunk closed and turned to see two walkers a foot away from me. I pulled out my gun and shot them both in the head, blood splattering as they fell to the ground. "Hurry up and get in!" Sam called for me. I opened the passenger side door and shot another walker before hopping in. "Are you alright Bri?", Megan asked me. "course, it's not like this is the first time this has happened." I chuckled, and saw the greatest of smiles appear on her face.
As we sped away, I didn't look back. I knew I would never see that house again, so why did it matter?
