I couldn't remember a day when there wasn't a zombie in sight. That's because I was born into a zombie apocalypse. Shortly after I was born my mother and father were both slaughtered, but not before they could hide me in an old attic filled with family goods that could make a man rich in seconds. But I couldn't remember how I got out of their or any of my childhood, It was a blank memory in the back of my mind.

I ran into a couple kids from school. They were about my age. Thirteen. One of them is Annabelle. A redhead who wore this black hoodie that had zombie pictures all around it, tan cargo pants, and military style commando boots.

Bryce Sanderson or "Genius" (as he was always called) wore a white lab coat (it looks like he just got out of science class) a white polo, tan khakis, and a pair of red Nikes.

Then of course there's me, I never really gave my name but it's Dylan Russ. I wore a slick black hoodie with the words "Hogan" on the back, a pair of sunglasses, a bandana that I usually kept down on my neck, black cargo shorts, and Commando style boots.

We all had some kind of specialty in the group. Annabelle was the expert zombie survivalist guide. Bryce was a young scientist who had already been offered scholarships. I was the best at handling guns in my group. But that's not all. I had special powers. Powers that could destroy the world in the blink of an eye. But I knew in this world I had to use it for good because these people trust me. I can't just turn my back on them. But maybe. Just maybe. I will have to.

_THIRDPERSON_

"Hey Dylan, do you mind getting on top of that radio tower and attaching this frequency enhancement on to the power controls? It should be in the sector 4.5 D room," Bryce said handing Dylan the device who was just staring off into the distance with his AWP Sniper strapped to his back. Dylan then turned and grabbed the enhancer and headed toward the tower. He saw couple zombies and decided to get rid of them now. Dylan snapped his fingers and the zombies began to get crushed by gravity. Dylan went torwards the tower but he still kept his pistol loosened just in case.

Back at camp

"Think Dylan will be fine?" Annabelle asked while polishing her Remington Shotgun. "Trust me knowing Dylan's skills and his agility he will be just fine," replied Bryce with complete confidence in Dylan. Just then there was a small groan then banging on the door. "I got this Genius," Annabelle pulled out her silenced UMP5 and pressed a button on the keypad, opening the garage door, and suddenly several zombies came piling in and she rapidly unleashed fire. "Hey genius are you just going to sit there or help?" yelled Annabelle. Just then Bryce came in with dual pistols that fired triple rounds bursting holes in the zombies. Blood was everywhere. Bryce couldn't focus because of the amount of blood there was. But he should be used to it by now. Shouldn't he? He had to focus or else Annabelle… "Annabelle!" Bryce said regaining his consciousness. A zombie grabbed Annabelle by the leg, tripping her, and allowing other zombies to start clawing her.

Back with Dylan

Dylan made it to the tower. He heard gunshots and screaming. The screams were screams of pain. And the voice. The voice was… Annabelle's! He looked out through a window and saw Annabelle being clawed by a zombie. "Got yah," Dylan murmured under his breath now removing his sniper rifle and aiming down on a zombie that was clawing Annabelle and then a loud bang rang through the air attracting the zombies in the garage stunning them and spilling blood all over Annabelle. He then repeated except this time he shot a zombie straight in the chest blowing it into several pieces. Then he allowed them to cease the initiative and kill the rest of the zombies now with Annabelle on top guard along with Bryce who just kept shooting. When all the zombies were killed Bryce gave Annabelle some bandages and medication. Annabelle felt better after a while. Dylan walked into the access hatch in the radio tower and found the D block and looked for the main power room. Once done so he attached the enhancer with some wire he found on the ground. When he found the socket to put the enhancer in he heard footsteps behind him. Dylan pretended not to hear anything. Just then someone burst into the door, like a missile, thinking he was going to get a lucky scavenge. Dylan quickly turned around and shot him straight in the leg and his gun knocking it away from him. "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" screamed the stranger. This guy looked like a kid from school, he wore the Hogan PE shirt, dark blue khakis and some Blue Nikes. "What are you doing here?" Dylan asked. "I'm here with a couple people to see if there were supplies or anything else up here," he replied. "What is your name?" asked Dylan. "My name is Andrew." "Alright then Andrew if you want some medical help you better not-" "AAAGGHH!" "What was that?" Dylan asked. "It sounded like it came from downstairs. Stay here I'll go check it out," "Don't you worry because I CANT FEEL MY LEG!" Andrew said loudly. BANG! BANG! Gunshots were being fired. There was a loud ringing in Dylan's ear. Dylan went downstairs and saw that there was blood everywhere and people being eaten by zombies. Then Dylan quickly ran back upstairs and told Andrew what was going on even though they couldn't hear very well because there was still a ringing sound in their ears. Dylan grabbed Andrew and pulled out a device that Andrew had never seen before, a zip line. Andrew refused to go on but then Dylan said "Fine. You can stay here and get eaten by the zombies." "Fine, I'll go. But I refuse to get help from you," Andrew said reluctantly. So then Dylan grabbed Andrew by the shoulder and pulled him onto the zip line. When they landed the ringing in their ears had almost stopped but Andrew started to get pale. He was losing a lot of blood. But he still refused to get help. Then things started to get blurry. His breathing was slowing down, started to close his eyes. Then he passed out. Bryce began dragging Andrew to the room in the garage which was about 50x45 (thanks to Bryce who managed to make it military sized) Bryce closed the curtain and started to get the bullet out of Andrew's leg. Bryce walked out and was covered in blood and he gave Annabelle the blood sample and the dead supply of syringes that use to have blood restoration cells. "Test the blood samples for infection."

The blood test came back and we found out he wasn't infected. After a couple hours later Andrew woke up on one of the beds we laid out for him. "Where am I? Who are you?" "Relax," Bryce began to say, "you're at our base, you passed out but Dylan said you didn't want any help so we had to wait until you were unconscious." "Thanks, I guess," Andrew said. "Don't worry about it, you gotta help out a friend in need, you know?" Bryce replied. Bryce is a really friendly person. He was also sort of a goody two shoes but when it comes to his science stuff, he'll do anything for it, like he becomes an entirely different person. "Yeah, I Guess," Andrew said, "well I'm going to go back to sleep. Thanks again for saving my life." "Don't mention it," Bryce said. Bryce walked over to Dylan's room. "Dylan, you awake?" Bryce asked quietly. "Yeah, I heard you and Andrew talking," Dylan replied. "Why do you think he's so shooken up?" " Well you did shoot him in the leg," Bryce said seriously." I had to or else he would've shot me first," replied Dylan. "Well see you." "Night," Dylan said "Night Dylan," Bryce said as he left the room.