I AM BACK! What is up everyone? TheFlameBlade is back! I feel so good. So this is a new story. I hope you like it…. Let it begin!

Surviving Hell

Ch.1: The Start of The End

It was one year ago. January 16, 2017. No one knew it at the time but a disease was spreading throughout the world. If I remember correctly it started in China when a test subject in a lab escaped and started the infection. So yeah it spread rapidly and eventually hopped onto someone who was headed to America from Europe. Anyway now most of the world is dead. Those who aren't, fight for survival. This is hell, and this is how I survive it. Anyway it has been one year since this thing started. I've been by myself since. I have been traveling for a while now, with only a shotgun and a backpack. To where? No idea. Just looking for a safer place. I was walking down the interstate on my way out of St. Louis. That was when I saw it, a Humvee driving straight at me. I quickly shifted to the side of the road. The car drove up next to me. Then the door popped open. I lifted my gun up and aimed at the door. When out walked a man who wore a hat so I couldn't see his face. He pulled out a magnum and pointed it at me. I backed up slightly and cocked my gun. After we had a short stare down, he pulled the trigger on his gun. The bullet flew by my head and kills a zombie that was right behind me. He drops his gun and tilts his hat. "Uh th-thanks…." I said. I lowered my gun and looked around. He looked at me.

"Need a ride?" he asked. I nodded cautiously. He pointed at his car "Hop in." I thought for a second then gripped my gun tightly and headed towards the passenger side. I got in and he did the same. He glanced at me and then started the car. As we were going along the highway I was tapping my gun with my fingers. We sat there in awkward silence for a while. "So, what's your name?" he asked finally breaking the silence. I shrugged.

"Lee…" He looked at me.

"Lee? Is that it?"

"That's all you need to know…." I mumbled. He sighed and looked back at the road.

"Well I'm Duke." He said and grabbed the glass of whiskey in the cup holder and took a drink.

"You know you shouldn't drink and drive." I inform him in a know it all like fashion. He sighed.

"You know, in a shit-storm like this I could give a fuck less." He says. I could tell that he was a hard-ass. In fact I would guess he was even more of a hard-ass before this zombie shit started. I shrugged and looked out the window. I hate this fucking place. I don't mean his car I mean this whole world. Dead people rising and eating any fucker that's within reaching distance. It's a bunch of bullshit and it'll never get better. Now that I think about it, has it even gotten worse? I mean now we have dead people that come back to life and eat, and before we had pieces of shit that would step on anyone they needed to in order to get to the top. In my opinion, the living are more dangerous than the dead. "So Lee, where're ya heading?" Duke asked.

"I don't know, probably to the coast." I say. Duke sighed.

"Well it ain't perfect, but it's something. Let me ask you this," I turned to look at him, "what if these fuckers can swim?" He taps his head, "These are the things you gotta think about." I sigh, I never really thought about that. If they can swim then the idea of living on a boat is out. Shit.

So? What did you think? Tell me with a review. I am TheFlameBlade. I will see you all again soon.

Deuces Up!