Okay guys here is my new story called "Against The World". Hopefully, this story WILL be a success! But that's besides the point. Okay, this story switches from points of view, constantly, so I'll have to include that in the beginning of each chapter. So anyways, read, review, and enjoy!
The night was cold and the streets went unsheltered from darkness. My flashlight bobbed up and down as I warily made my way down the deserted street. I stood poised for attack at the slightest of noises and constantly spun around to check my back. I saw a light further down the street and continued toward it, ready for combat. There was not a soul in sight, and I heard nothing, so I cautiously opened the door to the small, lit room as I kept my 9 mm pistol aimed in front. The room was clear. I walked over to the counter, and there lay an axe. I glided over to it and inspected it admiringly. I smiled as I stowed my pistol and kept the axe in hand. Suddenly a moan from behind caused me to swirl around so fast, I nearly lost balance, but I still managed to observe what was in front. There on the floor lay a crouched, slender woman who was weeping and moaning. She had long fingers that were wet with blood, and were so sharp, I wouldn't be surprised if I cut myself just looking at them. I gripped my axe with fear and slowly made my way to the light switch and flicked it off. The creature's red eyes were still visible in the darkness, but her cries were so loud, I couldn't focus on anything else. I swallowed hard as I moved to the door, each step almost a death sentence because of the noise it made. I reached the door and slipped outside, once more entering the cold, lonely streets of the city.
I continued down the street, clutching the axe with a certain ferocity. There were markings on the wall, so I slowly approached to read.
"Safehouse," I muttered quietly. There was also a drawing of a home, with a cross in the middle accompanied by an arrow signaling direction.
I smiled widely for I embraced the idea of meeting other survivors of this zombie apocalypse.
As I turned a corner to get to the safehouse, I immediately regretted it as the streetlight revealed a dozen or so zombies. I put away my axe and yanked out my pistol as the zombies began to charge. While also backing up, I relinquished a few bullets into zombies' heads. As the zombies were approaching, I whipped out my axe in a fluid motion and uppercut the nearest zombie.
"Come and GET SOME!" I urged on the few remaining zombies. While the undead man charged me, I swung back my axe and stepped to the side. I then swung the weapon forward and decapitated the menacing zombie. I smiled a ferocious smile.
I then heard a moan from behind, and spun around and saw a far-away zombie charging. I waited eagerly for the zombie to near, when there was a loud noise followed by the undead girl hitting the floor and skidding to a stop at my feet.
I curiously looked up and saw a girl about my age wielding a rifle.
"I believe I just saved your life!" The girl said jokingly, which I responded by smirking. "Name's Bryanna."
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