I zipped open my jacket and looked at my torn up shirt, then down at my ripped up shoe's. I really need some normal clothes i thought to myself. I took my backpack off the bed and also took the my hand gun i had laying on the floor. I sat on the bed and started reloading my gun. i put the gun on the counter next to the bed, i've been staying in a hotel near the pharmacy but latley that hasn't been going so well, more and more zombies were coming to this area. I looked out the window and watched the sun come up. I got up off the bed and i took off my old ripped up shirt an put a semi-new one on thankfully whoever was in this room was the same size as me, i chuckled, how weird is that. I put on the new shirt, it was a light blue long sleeve, enough to keep me warm for now. i pulled my heavy black hoodie over my shirt and put the backpack on my back. I took the hand gun off the night stand and left the hotel room this is gonna be hell i thought to myself and so it wasI
***Ellis's POV***
"Shoot 'em shoot 'em shoot 'em!" i yelled. I quickly took my shot gun and started shooting. "Let's kill some son's of bitchs". I took my shot gun and swung it around hitting a couple of zombie's in the head. "WITCH!", i yelled hoping everyone had heard me, i saw Coach charging for the witch shooting her right in the head before she could even catch one of us. Coach was the oldest of our group he was 44, pretty old i know, but me and him were bestfriend's. He used to be a football coach at a highschool in Savannah, that's where i used to live to. As i was shooting a boomer i glanced over a Rochelle she was helping Nick up, nice isn't she?, Rochelle was a beautiful 29 year old woman she was as nice as you could get, she used to be a news reporter before this place had gone to shit. "Oh shit!, my gun is out of amo, Nick pass me a gun why don't yah". Nick slid a gun over to me another shot gun. Nick was the kinda guy who was all about me me me, he was a 35 year old gambler hahaha i found that kinda funny cause i thought when you were 35 your supposed to have a wife and kids, whatever i gues a family wasn't for everyone. I took my shot gun and shot the last zombie right in the head, "You guys alright?". I said looking down at the ground to see a trickle of blood coming from my nose. "Yeah we're fine" Coach said. "We should probably all get to the safe room and quick!" i said.
As we were running to the safe room i left a little trail of blood because of my nose bleed, i ripped off and peice of my shirt, i plugged it up my nose to stop the nose bleed for now. "That was like half a horde, not a full horde but enough to say it was kinda like a horde, right?" i said trying to wipe the blood off my pants. "Finally were in the safe room" i said in a sleepy voice. I shut the door and took the little tables that were in there and put them near the door, just to make sure the infected couldn't get in. "I think we should call it a day". I took a blanket or half a blanket, and put it underneath me so the concrete floor wouldn't hurt as bad. I quickly fell asleep, not worrying about what would happen tomorrow or the next day...or the next.
***Stella's POV***
As i stepped ouside i could feel the cool air on my face, the wind blowing through my hair, it was a good feeling though being outside and such. I haven't been out here since the horde had chased me up into the hotel room a couple of days ago, i was running out of food and water i knew i had to leave. As i was walking i could feel someone coming towards me from behind, i quickly turned around pointing the gun at someone or something's face. Of course it was a infected i shot the infected right in the eye making it's eye pop out and it's body falling towards me. I quickly jumped out of the way, there it lay on the road it's body motionless. For a couple seconds i felt sympathy for it then i realized it just tryed to kill me. I didn't know exactly where i was going, but anything would be better then that shitty hotel room. I stopped, i had come across a mall i might as well go in it was starting to get colder out and also my feet had been starting to hurt i've been walking for hours. As i walked into the mall i felt safe, i don't know why. I looked to my right and saw a red metal door, i hesitated to walk too the door but i did anyways. Before i could even get close enough to open it a man swung opened the door pointing a gun at my face, i was so frightened i dropped my gun. "Don't shoot, please don't shoot!" i was ashamed of myself i was acting like a little bitch. "Who are you and what are you doing here" the man said in a serious voice "I..I...I'm Stella Stella Fisher and i..i..
mean no harm i swear". The man smiled "Do you need a place to stay?" he asked in a less harshed tone "Um...yeah...yeah i do" i sounded like such a pussy gosh. "Then come on in".