Chapter 1. Help.
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~CarlTheLegitChickenNugget~
It's so cold.
I thought to myself. I'm almost out of water, I'm out of food. I'll have to go hunting tomarrow, but first I need to sleep, but before I do that I need a place to sleep. It's been almost a whole month since I lost my group. I don't like to think about it but I can't help it. Seeing all of them getting torn to pieces, by corpses and bullets. I just can't do it anymore. I need to find out if anyone is still alive. Like mom, Alex, Sarah, and Jim. They were all my family. I remember when I first met Sarah, she was hunting with Jim. She was only eight. but dang was she a good hunter. She could get up to ten squirrels in one day. I was so jealous of her. I smiled at the thought. But now she's gone. Her red curls gone. Her hazel eyes gone. And Jim, he was. Nineteen, and his long hair was red also. His eyes were also hazel. You could tell they were related. But now he's gone too. And... Mom... Her beautiful waist length blond hair, her beautiful forest green eyes, gone. I saw her go down. Tears stared to fall down my freckled face. I wiped them away as fast as I could. I can't cry, I need to find shelter and rest. Then in the morning I'll go hunting.
It's almost dark. I finally found an old shed, it only and a couple corpses in it. It smelled awful. But it'll do. I can't be picky. As I sat on the cold cement floor I started going through my backpack, and pulled out a small can of beans I found not too long ago in a dumpster. It was unopened so I thought "why the heck not?" As I opened the top of the can with my small hunting knife I heard corpses outside trying to get in. I sighed and put the can down and walked over to the door. Why can't I just go one day without having to kill anything. "Ugh" I pulled my gun out and opened the door and with wide eyes I shut it quickly. Oh no.. my heart started pound loudly inside my chest, like it was going to jump right out of my ribcage. "Ok... Ok... Breath. I'm gonna go out through the window, and escape the herd." I whispered to myself. I quickly ran from the door to the small window, and climbed through. I could hear the corpses breaking through the door. Oh my gosh. I left my pack. "Crap!" I whispered. I can't go back in there its full of corpses. "Crap, crap, crap!" I need it, it has my food water... "Oh no..." I slapped myself on my forehead. "How could I be so stupid?!" I whispered. "I left my knife with my pack! Ugh!" I yelled. Crap... I shouldn't have been so loud, I think they heard me. I started running as fast as I could till my legs started to burn. I climbed up a tree and started cussing to myself. "How the hell could I be so stupid?!" I whispered. "Now I'm gonna die." I started to cry, but stopped myself. "I'm not gonna die. I'm not gonna die. I'm not gonna die." I kept repeating the same words over and over again 'till I fell asleep.
The next morning I woke up with the sun shining in my eyes. I rubbed them then started climbing out of the tree I slept in all night. Now my back hurts from sitting up all night. Once I jumped out of the tree, my feet hitting the soft ground beneath me, I stretched my arms and legs then started walking. I made my way back to the shed without running into any corpses, which i couldn't believe, since I'm always running into thing that can kill me, whether it's people, wild animals, or corpses. I walked up to the shed, and found no corpses inside. Once I made my way inside I noticed something, something... Off. My pack was gone along with my knife and food. And I saw something behind an old box of junk. I inched closer, and closer 'till I was right in front of the box. There was a mirror, and in the reflection there was someone standing behind me. I went for my knife, but remembered it was gone. He grabbed my arm, and I started to squirm. "Please, let me go. "I begged. "Im not gonna hurt you." The man said in a deep southern voice. "I just need you to answer a few questions." The man said. I stopped squirming and stood still, as I held my breath. "First do you have any weapons?" The man asked. "J-just my gun, i-i only have one bullet left." I answered. The man looked like he didn't believe me, of course I wouldn't believe me either, a girl running around the woods with only one bullet, he probably thinks I wouldn't survive with only one bullet. I couldn't. "I-i lost my knife last night.. when a herd came through.. i-I lost it here.. but now it's g-gone.." I said slowly. The man tilted his head to the side a little. He reached behind his shirt and pulled something out, my heart pounding, thinking he's gonna pull a weapon out and kill me. "This yours?" The man asked holding my knife out in front of him, but not close enough for me to grab it. "Y-yes." I said. "I'll hold onto this for now. "The man said putting my knife back behind his shirt. "Do you have a group?" He asked in a deep voice. "N-no, it g-got overrun." I told the half truth, since it did get overrun after those people attacked us. "Well, I'm sorry to hear that." He said. "I need to ask you a few questions, if that's OK with you." He said. "Y-yeah, sure, ask me anything." I answered. "How many Walker's have you killed?" He asked. Walker's? Strange name but, whatever. "Too many to count." I answered. "Ok, how many people have you killed?" He asked. I just stood there, as I blinked back tears. "One." I answered. "Why?" The man asked. "S-she was b-bit, and I-I had to." Tears started to fall down my freckled face. "Ok," the man said pausing for a second. "How long have you been alone?" The man asked. How long has it been three, four weeks? "About a month." I answered. He just stood there staring at me. "How have you survived a whole month on your own?" The man asked. "I mean, your just a kid." Hey I'm not a kid I'm 14. " I'm not a kid, I'm 14." I said. "Alright, my name's Rick, I have a group in a prison, there's fences so you'll be safe there. Do you want to come with me?" He asked. I just stood there thinking, fences? Safe? How many people are there? I had so many questions, but I just said "Name's Elie."