Chapter 1

Abby awoke to the sound of a boom, thinking it was thunder she closed her eyes again. She immediately opened her eyes again looking at the window seeing if it was broken, she could not take any chances any more. She got up from her bed and walked to the window but first grabbed her trusty aluminum softball bat, luckily it wasn't. She then wanted to look outside around the yard wanting to check her alarms that she put around the building, that she has been living in for about a month now.

She pulled back the cloth covering the window slowly looking outside to see if a walker had tripped one of her alarms and was outside her hiding spot.

It wasn't a walker "Thank you," she said even though she was alone and nobody was there to hear her. She scanned the area to see what had made that sound. She looked up through the tree line and noticed a lot of smoke coming from the south.

"What the hell?" she said and shook her head.

She went to the small table happy for the overhead windows that were twenty feet off the ground that cast just enough light for her to see what she was doing.

She grabbed a hand crank can opener and can of Campbell's Chicken Noodle Soup and ate her late lunch and early diner. She drank her last bottle of cool blue Gatorade. "Ewww now all I have is grape to drink. I HATE GRAPE!"

As she was finishing eating her soup that was lukewarm from the heat of the day she heard the sound of gravel crunching. Abby threw down her spoon and rushed to her bat than was leaning beside her and her gun. She put the gun in her pants pocket and climbed the ladder that separated the first floor from the loft over head.

She took the gun out and clicked it off safety once getting to the top. She squeezed through boxes and an old desk until she got to the window with the best view of the road through a crack she watched as an RV came down the road.

She sat there in silence with her gun in her hand and watched as more cars came into view after the RV. 'This is just, peachy,' she thought. 'Here I am a kid barely fourteen years old and now this.'

She counted the number of cars to try to get a better idea of how many people were in this group. She counted five including the RV there was at least five people and who knows how many more people are in the cars.

She prayed that this group was not like the last group she encountered. They killed her aunt and took most of her supplies away from her. She now knew that people are actually more dangerous than the walking dead. This is why she hid from the living and now waited for them as quietly as she could with a gun in her hands, to protect herself.

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