I'm Not Ready to Die
Chapter One: The Infection(A/N) This has nothing to do with my other stories.
"Come and get me, you infected bastards!" I yelled out to a small horde of infected. The infected turned around and started to charge at me. I pulled out my axe and got in a ready position as the horde approached. As they got within range I swung the axe and chopped the first row of infected in half before they could touch me. I then swung the axe in the other direction and took out the last of the infected. "Man, that never gets old" I said chuckling. I sighed, "God dam zombie apocalypse."
I was another one of those unlucky people that got left behind by the evacuation crews. I was just an average teenager. That was until two weeks ago now I'm a survivor of the green flu, a very dangerous virus that affects the brain. And I got to say this is kind of fun actually, besides the fact that in could become infected or dead, it fun. I've had some close calls though. I was almost pinned by a hunter once, I was scared shitless when that thing lunged at me because if that hunter pinned me it would have been game over for me. Also everyone I know is dead; my family and my friends. Last I would like to say that I am just screwed anyway, so why not have fun in the process…. Right? But if I'm going down I'm going down fighting!
"Alright there's got to be a safe room somewhere around here, or at least a safe place to sleep." I said to no one. Then I went off to search for a place to sleep for the night/search for other survivors.
Later…I was walking down the abandoned streets of my home town, WestVille, when I heard a low just audible growl.
"Hunter dam!" I said under my breath. I peeked my head around the corner of the building. There with its back to me was the hunter. I creeped up behind it to strike it with my axe. Then it turned around and lunged, I put the axe in front of my face and, lucky me, the hunter hit the axe head when it lunged at me. I had a dead hunter impaled on my axe. "Too close. I hate hunters! I need to find a gun… Bad!" I pulled my axe out of the dead hunter's skull and walked away. I finally found a house that wasn't broken into of damaged in anyway and went up to the door. I checked the door, it was unlocked. I opened the door slowly and as quietly as possible. I saw nothing out of place so I entered. I closed the door behind me and checked out the rest of the house for any infected. After a full search of the house I found no infected; but I did find a handgun and holster. It was a standard 9mm pistol. "Better than nothing." I said. I attached the holster to my leg and then holstered the pistol. I back up the stairs to the second floor and blocked the stair case then I found a bedroom and also barricaded the bedroom just in case, I also closed all windows and lowered all of the shades so no infected could see in. This bedroom was the only in which I hadn't checked yet. I searched the closet and found a survival knife that had camo on it; I left the axe and clipped the knife's sheath to my belt. I took out the knife to study it; it was still sharp and would easily rip though flesh. "Yeah that'll work" I said. I sheathed the knife and found some blankets so I could sleep.
"Got lucky tonight." I said, and then fell asleep.
End chapter one
(A/N) End of the first chapter, well it's going to be a while before I find other survivors. I'm can't continue my other story until I get OC requests so I'm going to write two stories instead.