Hey readers. I just recently activated this account and this is my first story! I hope you like it, because I'm not that good at writing so please leave reviews... ;)
Naomi's POV:
February 9th, 2008
Today the outbreak started. I was hunting with my dad in the backwoods of Atlanta Georgia. I own several knives and a compound bow that I take everywhere. It started out as a normal day, I got a deer around 9:00 am. But then the strangest thing happened. A man, odd and looked like he needed medical attention, started gnawing on my prize kill. I climbed down from the tree stand with my dad hot on my trail. As I walked over to my kill, a perfect 250 lb buck, I noticed that the insides of him were spilled everywhere. I asked the man if he would allow me to take him to the hospital (I was really going to take him to the police) but he lunged at me! I had one carbon arrow left and I intended to use it wisely. I shot at the area where his heart should've been, except... he started to lunge again. I screamed for my dad, but he was already being feasted on by another one of those, those "things."
I stabbed the thing in the head, which immediately squirted the most foul brain matter all over my new hunting gear. "Fuck!" I exclaimed as I stabbed the other two feasting on my dad. I had stayed by him until he died that night. I had to find my way back home with only a six-slot quiver full of arrows and three knives. I thought I would call those damn things "walkers."
Suddenly I remembered my only friend throughout my life, Daryl. The only man I have never expressed my feelings for. I knew he would survive those things that were now roaming around me. I needed to find the man I love and I needed to make sure he was okay. I would take a bullet to make sure he stayed alive. Because no matter what, we were inseperable.
I will try and update every day, but I want reviews to tell me if I should make them longer or more descriptive, let me know... PM me ideas
-Naomi 3