Zombie apocalypse (Name to be changed)

by Kaito Yokushini

Post-apocalyptic story where a group of friends set out to survive the zombie apocalypse together. Problem is, one of them is hiding a dark secret...one that could spell out whether they live or die.(Looking for editor. Also name suggestions,both for future characters and the name of the story. PM or Review if you have a suggestion. Also if anyone is interested, I need a cover pic)

1. Chapter 1

...Well shit. Okay look,let me get one thing straight. No matter what anyone says,I did not piss Death off and accidentally start the zombie apocalypse,okay? It's just a rumor started by everybody which has totally no-Ok yea maybe I did...but only a little! And I swear I'm totally sorry for it! I also do not feel like telling that exact story,because my scars still ache from the story.

You see,it's not exactly a secret that the zombie apocalypse is my fault so people don't like me very much,and by very much I mean, well… you get the picture.

Ok,anyways,I should probably get back to my impending demise,cuz it's kinda important to me.

P.s. My name is Sebastian Williams, But I go by Dmitri Alexander,which just so happens to be the name of my best friend,well it was before I killed him.

Character descriptions:

Zoe: 18 years old. White. Five foot 8,usually wears black,short black hair with medium bangs in the front. Classic punk rock girl. Wears a M16A2 on her back,Bowie knife on right hip.

Sebastian (Dmitri):17 years old. White .Five foot 6,always has camo pants. Short spiky black hair with small bangs. Wears an M4 carbine rifle,M25 Sniper rifle,and a one handed longsword on his back,Bowie knife on left hip. Weapons collector/nut.

Joe:20 years old. Immature. White. 6 foot 1,Wears white tank tops,claims its so he can "Show off his guns." Blonde hair,short in the front long in the back. ADHD. Wears a Remington 1100 Shotgun on his back,spray painted it pink because,"Bitch you know it makes me look fabulous." Bowie knife in his right sleeve,and another one his left hip. Classic surfer dude. Surprisingly best shot in the group.

Dylan:36 years old. Black. 5 foot 4,Wears jerseys. Used to be the coach for a highschool female football team. Bald. Short black goatee. Wear an M1 Garand on his back,Bowie knife strapped to his lower right leg,near his shoe. Leader of the group.

Nyssa:5 years old. White. 3 foot 6. Warm brown hair that reaches wearing a white button up shirt and black skirt that goes down to her knees,white sneakers. Has a teddy bear that looks brand new. Current arguments on whether she should be given a weapon. Cute as hell.

Every character has a Beretta M9 and Bowie knife.

I grunted and ducked behind a tree,my M4 carbine pressed against my chest.

I clenched my teeth and looked at my right calf,which was currently oozing blood from two ends,the side from where the bullet entered,and where the bullet said it's goodbye.

I yelled into the clearing,"Hey can't we talk this out like civilized human beings?"

I waited for a second before a man shouted back,"Sorry pal,but I'm not one for small talk,I need them supplies you got. And I'll take your head as an added bonus."

Okay,so he wasn't going to play nice. Oh well,his funeral. I calculated in my head the distance and direction from where he had spoken,15 feet down right from my tree. Easy shot.

I turned to the left of the tree and let my face show for a second,so he could see me,then went back.

BANG!

BANG!

Two bullets hit the dirt next to me,and I turned to the right and immediately put a man's leg into the scope of my gun. I didn't hesitate to pull the trigger,the loud bang resonating in my ears,the bullet hitting it's mark.

BANG!

The man shouted in pain and fell to his knees,his gun dropping from his hands.

He looked at me,wild fear in his eyes,"Wait! We can-"

I did not wait.

BANG!

The man's head shot backwards as the lead made itself comfortable in his brain. His head slammed into the ground and blood oozed from the fatal wound in his head,quickly creating a small puddle of red.

I sighed and put my gun down. "Better have med supplies for this leg,asshat. Otherwise Dylan's gonna feed me to the zeds."

I scowled at the corpse in front of me,annoyed at its lack of answer. Well,actually slightly relieved too,talking zeds were a pain to kill.

I turned my body and sat against the tree,reaching into my pockets for my radio. Once I had found it I flipped it to channel 7,the agreed channel for the three teams to converse on.

"Reporting,it's Dmitri,got in a firefight after we all split up to search,took a bullet to the calf,requesting assistance. How copy?" I reported,wiping the sweat off my brow.

I took a quick sweep of the area in front of me,looking for any wanderers.

My radio beeped and I held it up hear what they said clearly.

"Got it Dmitri,it's Zoe,I heard the gunshots and i'm headed your way now.I'll be there in 90 seconds. Stay put."

I groaned,Zoe(Zo-AYE) is in my team,and she is most likely to kick my ass to home and back when she got here."Yup. Dont worry,I don't plan on moving on my own for a bit."

I placed the radio in my pocket and braced my back against the tree behind,using it to help me to my feet,but still being careful not to put pressure on my right leg,which was easy as I'm a lefty. But i still had to straighten out my legs in order to stand,so i sucked in my breath as I quickly stood up,the pain making me want to curse out loud.

I hobbled over to the corpse and knelt next to him,rummaging through his pockets and backpack. I was still searching through the dead man's belongings by the time Zoe had showed up.

Thing is,she didn't announce her presence with a simple "Sup" or a "Hey,how's your leg?" Nope,cuz that's not how Zoe rolls.

Instead,she punted my shot leg with enough force for a field goal from the 50 yard line. Cuz what are friends for right?

SLAM

"Hey."

"ZOE YOU CHEAP FUCKING-!" Yellow and black dots swam in my vision,and I probably would've screamed more obscenities,but she pushed me with her boot so my face was pushed into the dude's backpack. I finished screaming my garbled insults and threats into his back,then flipped her off as a sign to let me up.

Moment she did I turned and glared at her,ready to scream at her a bit more,even if it meant attracting more zeds than the firefight did,which so far was none. My voice faltered when my eyes landed on a small child in loose clothing,clutching a well-worn teddy bear in her hands,eyes widened at me in shock. She had to have been about 4 or 5.

I glared up at the blond haired woman with the obnoxious smirk."Oh my god Dmitri! How could you curse so blatantly in front of a child! For shame." She shook her head in mock disappointment,her bangs swishing around.

I glared at her and continued searching the man's backpack."You're a bitch ya know that."

"Oh come on,you know you love me. And sweetie please don't repeat the words this bad man is saying,ladies like us should be more refined."

I scoffed,"Lady,sure whatever you say."

"Sorry D,what was that?"

"Nothing" I muttered,imagining the wonderful ways I could kill this woman.

I searched for a couple more seconds before I had made a mental note of all the items in the man's backpack. "Aha! Med kit!" I proclaimed. It was a small one,just a small white box with a red cross on it,but I kissed it like it was the best thing ever.

I opened it and grabbed gauze,medical tape,and most importantly,a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide.

I glanced up at Zoe,"You wanna pour,or could you go look for a stick I could use as a cane?"

She shook her head at me,"I think I've made you suffer enough for one day,you pour,but why don't you just you use your sword as a cane,don't use it for much else."

I sighed,once again she was right,but only partially,"Better reach than a knife and it doesn't make much sound,unlike some people I know."

She shrugged,"Whatever."

I laid back and glanced back at the little girl,who had still not said a word."Where did you pick her up?" I questioned Zoe,drawing my knife and straightening my leg out.

Her face darkened,"Tell you later."

I decided not to press,"What's your name hun?" I asked,this time directed at the girl.

She squeaked and walked behind Zoe's leg,clutching the pants in her tiny hand."I-it's Nyssa."

I nodded and started slicing off my right pant leg from the knee down. "Pretty name. Where ya from?" I continued,pulling off the material and opening a bottle of water,then proceeding to clean the wound with it.

"I'm from a town,I think mommy called it-" She started,but I cut her off,"Hold that thought Nys." I said before biting down on a wad of clothing and dumping half the bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide on my leg.

I screamed loudly into the gag,Zoe laughing with a bemused expression on her face.

I blinked tears out of my eyes,and breathed heavily for a few seconds.

I took the gag out of my mouth and croaked to Nyssa,"Continue." I motioned to Zoe to help me wrap the wound with gauze.

She stepped over and grabbed the gauze." Stop asking poor Nyssa questions,she's been through alot today."

I looked at her and then Nyssa,noticing the latter looked close to tears."Duly noted,sorry Nys."

"It's okay Mister." She choked out.

I glanced at Zoe,who was finishing wrapping my wound.

'Later' She mouthed.

I nodded,then jumped at the beep coming from mine and Zoe's radios.

Beep

"Thorn and Alexander this is Dylan,do you copy?"

I waved Zoe down and grabbed my radio,clicking the talk button,"Yes sir,Thorn and Alexander present."

"Good man,how's your leg doing did Zoe help you fix it up?" For a second I thought I could hear amusement in Dylan's voice.

I snorted,"Not really,instead of helping she punted it."

"Okay good,anything else to report?" He laughed lightly.

"Affirmative,Zoe found a lost girl,says her name is Nyssa,she brought no parents with her." Immediately I was slapped in the back of the head by Zoe,who looked pissed.

"What?" I asked her,rubbing my head.

She scowled at me and pointed at Nys,who was looking at the ground and had tears falling from her face.

I mentally kicked myself then whispered to Zoe,"Dead?"

She nodded,"Insensitive ass."

I nodded grimly and said to the radio,"Zoe tells me K.I.A Dylan."

A couple seconds of silence,"Peace to the fallen."

Me and Zoe echoed,"Peace to the fallen."

"Okay Zoe,bring the girl and Alexander back to the truck,then wait for me and Joe to return. Dylan out."

Beep

Nobody spoke for a good couple seconds,when we heard a low rumbling moan sound throughout the forest.

I furrowed my eyes and braced myself against my sword,pushing myself to my feet,"Zoe,we should get moving, Zeds will be swarming this area."

She nodded,"Nyssa sweetie,let's go." She said,waving the child over,before glancing back at me."You good to walk on your own? Still have your pistol and everything?"

I grunted and patted my left hip,where I held a Beretta M9 in its holster.

She nodded and grabbed Nyssa's hand using her other hand to pull out her own pistol.

I glanced at Nyssa then Zoe,"Shouldn't we give her something? Like a knife at least."

Zoe stared at me in shock,"She's 5! Are you nuts?! What happened to 'Never let kids play with sharp objects'?"

I rolled my eyes and looked ahead,noticing a moving 6 foot tall lump of flesh.

"Them." I said simply,pointing at the moving corpse.

Nyssa shrieked and hid behind Zoe.

Zoe looked at it and gagged,"Ugh,that's nastier than usual."

The zed was overly dead,if that's a thing. He looked as old as the apocalypse itself,must be one of the first bit. But he also had more bone than flesh showing on his head,and his eye sockets were empty,and next to that,his whole body reeked of month old tuna left out in the sun. As I looked at him more I noticed he was soaked from head to toe.

"He must've died in a lake." I mused. "That's probably why he's so decomposed."

Zoe lifted her gun up and pulled the trigger.

BANG

Zed down.

He crumpled to the ground and I walked towards him,nudging him with my 'crutch'. No movement.

"Okay,he's dead." I announced,then looked back at him."Poor bastard."

'Oh? But it's your fault he's like that isn't it?' My conscious said to me.

I said nothing back,so Zoe and Nyssa wouldn't realize I'm crazy.

I walked past it and started walking back to the truck,Zoe and Nyssa jogging to catch up to me.

We walked for a couple minutes in silence,before Zoe decided things were too quiet.

"So where did that guy come from?" She said,gesturing to my leg.

I shrugged,"I don't know,I left that little town to go check to see if there was anything in the woods. He just showed up out of nowhere and demanded I give him my supplies I said no and he tried to shoot me,I grabbed his gun and pushed it up and kicked his legs out from under him. I tried to run and he shot me in the leg,so I hid behind a tree then tricked and killed him."

She shook her head,"You should've killed him when you tripped him."

I sighed,"You know how I feel about killing people."

'I've already killed enough people in that past 7 months.' I thought bitterly to myself.

She laughed humorlessly,"One of these days your kindness will kill you."

I said nothing and we continued for about 10 more minutes,stopping next to a red Chevy pickup truck.

I took off the two backpacks I had,mine,and my attackers,and threw them in the back of the truck.

"I'm having Nyssa take shotgun so you're hanging out back there with Dylan and Joe." Zoe said,putting herself in the driver's seat.

I groaned and pulled myself into the bed of the pickup truck,making myself slightly comfortable leaning against the glass separating me and the girls.

I picked up my radio and decided to see how far the other two are.

Beep

"Dylan where are you guys at? We're at the truck."

I waited a few seconds,and Dylan answered,clearly running and panicked.

"We're almost there,start the car now! We got a horde of runners! At least 15-20. Dammit Joe start shooting at them!"

BANG

BANG

The sound was muffled but they were definitely close,about 150 yards out.

Zoe yelled at me,"Who's shooting?!"

I turned and shouted through the glass,"They got a horde of runners! Start the car!"

Zoe didn't say anything back,just turned the car on and started revving the engine.

I turned back towards the sound of the gunshot and pulled out my M25 sniper rifle.

Beep

"Dylan I can provide cover fire,get your asses to the the truck now!"

I didn't wait for an answer before setting my gun up and putting my two companions in the scope of my gun.

I twitched the gun to the side and put the closest zed into my crosshairs.

BANG

Corpse down.

BANG

Another one.

BANG

Another.

BANG

This continued for 15 seconds,which by then i had used up a clip and there were only 10 runners left in the group.

Dylan and Joe swung into the bed of the truck and Zoe floored the gas,shooting us out onto a large road.

Once the runners were out of sight and we were on our way out,Joe whooped as loud as he could.

"Ain't nobody gonna kill this tough son of a bitch! WHOOOOO!" He yelled pumping his fist into the air.

He was then immediately punched by Dylan in the gut.

He doubled over and groaned. "Awww,Dylan what the hell?"

Dylan glared at him,"I told your dumbass not to shoot that walker!"

I snorted and Joe groaned even more. "I said I was sorry."

Dylan's nostrils flared and he looked at me,"How's your leg?"

I looked at it,already feeling the entrance wound closing up.

"Once again,my freakish healing is already closing it up." I said.

Joe shook his head,"You still have no clue why it does that? I can guarantee that your leg closing up that fast is not normal dude."

"Nope not a clue." I lied,a sharp voice raking through my brain.

'You will be nearly impossible to kill. I wish to see you suffer as much as possible. Your wounds will heal just so they can be reopened again and will feel pain beyond that of an ordinary man,Sebastian Williams."

Dylan grunted,"Well that's good. At least we don't need to wait for it to heal like a normal leg."

I said nothing and started peeling away the bandages just in time to see the exit wound closing up.

Joe shook his head. "Freaky."

Dylan nodded in agreement.

I shrugged and stretched my leg,glad to feel it moving without stiffness.

"It's already healed?!" Zoe yelled in surprise back to us,driving around a overturned car,putting us onto a highway.

"Yup." I said with no particular interest.

Nyssa had remained silent this whole time,clutching her stuffed bear.

Joe noticed her,"So what's her story?"

I shook my head,"No clue."

Joe started,"Where are her-"

I clamped my hand over his mouth and hissed in his ear,"Dead. Not a word outta you about it."

He nodded and I looked over at Nyssa,who had tensed up.

Zoe glared at us through the rearview mirror and patted her head,ruffling her hair.

"So...where are we going Zoe?" She asked softly.

Zoe said simply,"Home." She then glared at Joe and me,"You two!"

We jumped slightly and straightened our backs."Yes ma'am!"

"I don't wanna hear a single curse out of you two idiots. Not with Nyssa around! Got it?!" She yelled at us.

Me and Joe nodded our heads vehemently."You will hear a single one! Isn't that right Joe?" I said,elbowing him in the ribs.

"Yes,not a single one. I swear." He coughed out.

Zoe glared at us for a second longer then returned her eyes to the road.

My shoulders slumped and Joe elbowed me in the ribs.

"Payback,jackass." He whispered low enough for only the three boys to hear.

"Piss off." I said plenty loud enough.

"What did I just say?!" Zoe said,exasperated.

"Piss isn't a curse word! It's an action!" I protested.

Dylan just smiled at us.

"I'm gonna show you one hell of an action once we get out of this truck." She growled.

"Hey if piss is a cuss word then that means that hell is too!" I yelled at her.

"Fine! Whatever. You can say piss,hell and damn. Anything else and I'll cut your tongue out! Doesn't matter cause it'll probably grow right back,you creepy reptilian bastard."

Suddenly we heard soft giggling. We all turned towards Nyssa,the source of the sound.

"You guys are funny" She giggled.

I smirked and sat back in the truck.

Dylan just sat there,a soft smile gracing his lips."So,where are we headed?"

Zoe looked at him through the mirror."You must be losing your hearing in your old age,gramps. I just said home."

Dylan growled at her,"I'm still plenty young enough to kick your ass Zoe. We've had like seven houses we lived in for the past one?"

Zoe thought for a couple seconds."Which state are we in again?"

I snorted and Joe shook his head.

Dylan inhaled and exhaled deeply,"We are in Utah."

I could see Zoe grinning in the front seat."Then we're right next to Nevada. I know where we're going."

"Vegas?" Joe asked hopefully.

She nodded and Joe whooped and I grinned.

Dylan just shook his head,"You lot are a disappointment,I think we should go to-"

"Nope!" Zoe said gleefully,"I'm the one driving,and I'm the one who fixed the truck in the first place."

Dylan groaned and I grinned even wider.

"Vegas here we come! Whoooooo!" I yelled,throwing my hands in the air.

Ok there we go,First chapter done. Again if you didn't see it in the summary,I'll say it again. I need name suggestions from readers. Both for the actual name of this story and names of future characters. Also if you submit a name prepare for them to be killed off,because it might happen,only might. I also need a cover picture for this story,so any artists out there with nothing to do,if you could make one for me that would be awesome. If you send me one and I accept it,I'll put in a big character with your name,and give you credit on every chapter of this story. If that's okay with you of course PM me with details and stuff. Thank you!