So this is my first Fan fiction. I'm hoping for lots of reviews. The good, The bad and The ugly. It doesn't matter iv heard worst thing from myself. Hell It took every thing I had just to post this. I don't do to well with speaking in front of groups. Or sharing thing like my thought or ideas on any thing. So this was Really nerve wracking.
Chapter 1 Two week after Alameda
Its late summer time and early dawn in the state of Pennsylvania It's a cold and cloudy morning. But this doesn't stop the birds from sing their song. As if they are trying to manipulate the sun to come out from hiding. Last night was a cold one and now the grass is covered by morning dew. Somewhere outside Frenchville there a clearing surrounded by the forest and a ten foot high chain link fence. At near the northern/western part is an old hunting/Fishing resort. To the south is a lake and a small river that runs north/east to south to the lake. Next to the river is a small tan building made of cinder blocks there s a bridge that crosses the river it leads to a firing rang.
On the hill to the north is a big white man. He s wearing tan vest with six s long ammo pocket with magazines in them and on the back are two steel fighting bars in tight fitting pockets. He has a P 90 SMG slung behind his back. The vest is over a white T-shirt. There s a black revolver in a holster at his hip. Over dark blue denim jeans and tan leather boots tuck under pants legs. He also wears a black Pontiac baseball cap. He stood in front of two fresh dug graves. He had dug them one weeks and five days ago when he returned home from Alameda Ca. There lied his parents. They had died like most people in this hell that was now his reality.
Two mouths and two week ago is when this nightmare started. He was a twenty three year old six and a haft feet tall and one hundred and ninety five pounds. He averagely built but twenty pounds over weight or so he figured. He was a road trip when this all started. He was lost in the old world and he had no ideal who or what he was meant to be. He was in a bad way so his family encourages him to go on this road trip to find himself. It all started when some igit ate a burger from a gas and gulp. It was calming knowledge you don't ever eat the food from a Gas and Gulp. I mean they didn't have the best record when it came to food safety. It's like you don't drink the water in Mexico. Still this was way worse then spending your entire day hugging a toilet from eating some bad food. It was start of the Zombie Apocalypse. He uses to love almost anything zombies and now he was in his very own zombie movie. Not the George A. Romero slow zombies but the Zack Snyder fast zombies from the Dawn of the Dead Remake. Now there not that fast but dam closes enough. He took his hand and reached in his front jeans pocket. He pulled out a note to read it again.
Son were sorry for not being home when you got. I'm afraid I got bad news your Brother. He got biting a few day ago. We had a run in with three of those thing and he saved us. He took his life knowing it would be to hard for us to do it. The church is boarded up real good and those thing can t get in. But we've been trapped in here for some time now and all the foods we had is gone. We've waited as long as we could for help to come but it never came. We took a vote and we decided to end it. There' a doctor here with us. He's mixing up something for us to cross over peaceful. Were sorry and good bye
Love you Mom and Dad. We hope your safe and please forgive us.
He folded the note back up as tears started to fill his eyes. It was about two weeks ago when he broke into the church to find the mass suicide inside. He locked his jaw shut and closed his hands into fist. He tried to fight it. God knows he tried fighting it. But it was no good any more. His body started to shack uncontrollably. It was coming for him again his very own demon his cruse. A hopeless, lifeless, empty, and apathetic filling came over him consuming all of him from the inside out. He was falling back into the freezing black hole that was at his core. Every breath got harder and felt like breathing in freezing cold air. And it was there again. A whisper came from a dark corner in his mind. Their dead and it's your entire fault. Where were you when they needed you and you left them here to die? You left them to die. You selfish baster if you'd stayed here and didn't leave they still be alive. Now you're all alone. With those words he broke down. He collapsed to the ground like a bag of bricks and couldn't breathe. He laid there on his knees facedown in the grass with his hand covering the back of his head as hyper ventilating sobbing. He couldn't fight it any more.
He's been fighting this demon every day of his life and every day he said no to what it wanted him to do. He survived Alameda and made it across the continental U.S. infested with cannibal freaks. Just to be with his family again. But when he got home he found his family gone. He thought he could go on with out his family. After all that why he chose to stay at his aunt and uncle places. That why he brought his parents there to be buried. So he could visit them when ever he wanted to. But what was the point now. He was so very much alone in a world full of monsters that wanted nothing more then him dead or like them. He took a deep breath of could morning air. He reached for his revolver at his side taking it out of its holster and put it to his head. In one fast motion he pulled the trigger. Click
So that it. I realized that some of this story may at times seem depressing. Especially this chapter. But I hope it wasn't to Depressing.