'What the hell is he doing?' I wondered watching him from the safety of my trees. I analyzed every movement the man made. His brown shaggy hair almost covered up his ocean blue eyes completely. He had a crossbow aimed as he walked around stealthily. I watched him like a hawk. When is the last time I talked to a person? The only person I have is myself. It's me, myself and I. I don't even know if I can speak anymore. I talk to myself often to make sure I'm still alive. I'm desperately attempting to keep whatever of my humanity I have left. I was intrigued by his movements, he was so aware of everything, except me of course. He wasn't bad looking, but then again this is the first man I'd seen in months. He had toned arms, so I knew he could be potentially dangerous. I watched him track a deer for a good 20 minutes. I looked to my crossbow and compared them. His was covered in blood more than mine. From the looks of it he bashed a few of the 'world Enders' heads. That's what I call 'em. They are the world Enders. I guess the correct term would be 'zombie' or 'undead' but I call them world Enders. Or sometimes just 'enders'. I leaped from one tree to the other by using the branches that served as pathways. Seems pretty hardcore no? Well as I kid I spent all my time in the woods. I learned a few things. Also once I got chased by a wolf and that was a scaring experience. No one came to look for me; my parents didn't bother with me much. My dad wanted a boy and well my mom… never mind. Let's just say my childhood wasn't a loving one. He finally killed the deer with the shot of one arrow. I watched as I saw a group of Enders make their way towards him. I bit my lip, what do I do?! They got closer and he proceeded to tend to the deer rather than notice. I tried to yell out to him but nothing came out of my throat. I panicked as they got closer he looked up noticing he was surrounded. He swore harshly, his voice full with a southern accent. I wasn't at my fullest strength either. It was getting darker as well; the sun was going to set soon. When's the last time I ate or drank? God I've lost track of time so easily, then again it's easy to do that when you are alone. The man stood up and got out a knife looking between the 10 Enders and the dead deer. He began running at them and stabbing them when they started to overpower him. I cursed myself in my head as I jumped down cursing the pain that shot up my leg. I ran over stabbing the walker that was about to take a chunk out of his neck. He turned around surprised as I shot another walker behind him. I motioned for him to take the deer and get out. I proceeded to stab another ender, 4 left. He was looking at me with an incredulous expression. My motions became dramatic.
"What?" he asked again before finally getting it and looking at me confused. I picked up the deer which almost crushed me under its weight. I handed it to him and pointed the other direction as I shot another walker with an arrow. I saw another group coming from all the noise. Great, I had to be the hero, I thought sourly to myself. I looked behind me and he was gone. 'Well at least I helped someone live' I thought to myself. I was beginning to get tired of being alone. I stabbed another and backed up as I realized the pain in my leg from the fall I had taken. I was outnumbered again as they piled up. I fell backwards the pain in my leg giving out. A zombie fell onto its knees attempting to get to me. I kicked it in the face and another one fell over that one. My breathing started to quicken as I realized this is how I was going to die. All of the sudden my body was lifted off the ground and I watched the group of walkers disappear into the distance. I heard the light breathing of my carrier. My face was aligned with their back. They had a pair of white wings that looked very rugged on his back. It's him! He came back for me!