Zombies are mindless killing machines. The only way they can be killed:

· Decapitation

· Bullet to the head

· Getting run over by a car

· Setting them on fire might work but we haven't tried it out yet.

· And… that's about it.

By the way I'm Chase Davenport and I'm living through the apocalypse with Donald Davenport (my dad), Adam (my older brother), Bree (my older sister), Douglas Davenport (my crazy uncle), Marcus Davenport (my surprisingly normal/cool cousin), Caitlin (Bree's friend, her parents were turned into zombies), Ethan (Adams best friend and roommate at college), Trent (Adams other friend who's a huge jerk), and this weird kid named Sebastian (we found him alone two weeks after the apocalypse started and took pity on him, plus Caitlin's parents were dead by then and we could use the extra man power). So that's about it, oh yeah my siblings and cousin are bionic. But there's not enough time for that now.

Now back to Zombies.

Adam, Ethan, Sebastian, Trent, and I were out scavenging for food while the other set up camp, and everything was going fine until Trent sneezed (very loudly) attracting Zombies. They heard a noise and probably thought food. Now we are stuck in an old Wal-Mart surrounded by Zombies.

I turn the safety off my gun and hold it out in front of me, waiting for things to get ugly.

"Way to go Trent." I hiss.

"You little-" Trent starts but gets cut off by Ethan.

"Shut up both of you, we are in a life or death situation if you haven't noticed." Ethan whisper yells.

The zombies start getting closer, but haven't attacked yet. "Offence or defense?" I ask, wondering if we will attack first or wait. There are about ten zombies around us.

Trent shoots a zombie. Zombies start attacking us, the noise causing them to enter a feeding frenzy.

Offence it is then I say to my self.

Adam runs to the nearest Zombie and cuts its head off with his ax and super strength.

After eight minutes of fighting all of the Zombies are dead and we are panting while covered in zombie goop (I could give you a better description but it's pretty gross and I'm covered in it).

"Chase are you okay?" Adam asks, going into overprotective brother mode. He drops his unclean ax and walks over to me. He grabs me by the shoulders and looks me up and down searching for zombie bites. I'm the youngest of the group and the thing that sucks the most about it is everyone, even Trent, babies me.

"Yeah I'm fine, no bites." I reply, looking for bites on him.

"Any bites or major injuries?" Ethan asks to our group. Everyone murmurs 'no'.

"Good. Lets grab some food and leave. The shots will probably attract more zombies." Ethan announces and then starts searching for food.

I start searching on my own, still within the sight of the group though. After ten minutes of searching I found some chili, soup, and powdered mash potatoes.

"Time to go." Ethan says, loud enough for us to hear but not loud enough to attract more zombies.

We all meet in the parking lot behind a red Honda Civic.

"Where's Adam?" Ethan asks, as he paces. We've been waiting for about a minute, which might not seem long but it could mean that zombies attacked him or something bad happened.

"That's it I'm going in, the rest of you wait out here. If we're aren't back in five minutes leave." Ethan says.

Trent stops him from leaving, "Now way, we will all go in and look for him. This is not the time to play- Chase what's that word?"

"Martyr." I say. Did I mention Trent isn't the brightest crayon in the box?

"Yeah that. All of us go in or we wait-" Trent gets cut off.

"Wait for who?" Adam asks as he comes around the truck.

"You." Trent says.

"Sorry I'm late I was in the hunting section and found some arrows and new fishing hooks to replace Douglas's old ones." Adam excitedly explains as he holds his findings up for us to see.

"Cool." Trent says.

Ethan just sighs at their antics.

"We may want to head back before dad gets worried." I suggest.

"Who made you the boss?" Trent turns around and taunts.

"Actually it's a good idea, if we don't head back Mr. D will probably come looking for us." Ethan says.

Trent doesn't say anything; he just nods when Ethan's done.

"Lets head out." Adam says and starts to head in the direction of camp.

We all follow with Sebastian taking up the rear and me behind Adam so he can 'protect me' his words not mine.

We walk to camp in silence and make back in twenty minutes.

"We were worried, what took you so long." Dad asks as he rushes to us. In the back Douglas shakes his head 'no' and mouths he's crazy.

"Are you covered in Zombie-" He doesn't finish his sentence, a little disgusted by our appearance and probably the way we smell.

"We ran into some trouble, but we took care of it. And no bites." Ethan answers.

Marcus hobbles over to us on his crutches. He broke his leg a few weeks ago, and thankfully Douglas flunked medical school so he knew how to set it.

"Sorry that I'm useless." Marcus says.

Douglas comes and pats him on the shoulder, "Don't worry in two weeks and you'll be as good as new!"

"Says the guy that flunked out of medical school." Marcus retorts.

Douglas rolls his eyes and says, "I told you it just wasn't my kind of science."

"That just makes me trust you more." Marcus quips.

"We found a river about 20 meters west, I'll show you where it is." Dad says, getting the attention off of Douglas and Marcus's weird father son relationship.

"Where's the food?" Bree asks. Trent throws it at her feet. Bree just rolls her eyes and starts sifting through it with Caitlin.

Dad grabs a gun and leads us to the river.

A/N

I'm a little nervous about posting this. It's a new writing style for me and I'm not really into zombie shows and movies.

So I threw you into the middle of a scene, and instead of writing fluidly I broke it up with Chases thoughts/narration. I'm curious about how that read for you guys.

Please let me know what you think!