I'm usually happy not to see any living people but it's been almost a month now. I don't see people too often but usually once a week or so. I'm starting to wonder if there is anyone left around here. I guess that's why I decided it was time to leave.
I think it's been about 6 years since everything went to hell. When it all started I was scared as hell. I watched my mom get eaten before I knew what was going on. My dad taught me everything after that. It took us a while to find a town that wasn't completely over run but we did. It was only safe for a few years though and then it was gone, just like everything else.
I've been alone for about a year now. I've always been kind of a loner anyways. However it gets pretty lonely from time to time. Unfortunately the pickings for friends now a days is pretty low. The problem is I'm starting to wonder if I can make it on my own. I mean I've made it this far but it's getting harder. I think I have enough food left for about a week. I'm hoping to find some houses or a town to hit before I run out.
I look around a little bit longer to make sure I'm not forgetting anything. I've been staying in a tree house for the past month or so. I always wanted a tree house when I was younger but we could never afford one. When I seen it while I was looking for supplies I couldn't resist staying.
"Really? A tree house?" a boy's voice said from behind me. I turned around so quickly I fell. What I did however manage to do was grab my pistol and point it at the boy. That's when I got a chance to look at him. He was young, maybe about 15, he was slender and average height. His hair was long for a boys and dark brown. His blue jeans were dirty but not as much as his boots were. There was a smirk on his face that only made the blue in his eyes light up more. "Woah, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that" he said holding up his hands.
"Who are you?" I said after I caught my breath. I guess I really didn't have to go anywhere to find anyone. The problem was I knew when things were too good it's because they weren't going to last very long.
"My name is Carl" He said and he tipped the hat he was wearing. I had just now noticed it was a sheriff's hat. This made me wonder who the kid was even more.
"Well what are you doing in my tree house?" I asked him still pointing the gun at him. I had to be sure he wasn't dangerous or crazy. It was hard to tell if people were good or bad in the world anymore. And in a world with so much bad you have to be extra careful.
"My friends and I are looking for supplies in this town. I seen the tree house and thought it was cool. Are you by yourself?" he asked me.
"Yeah, I might be…" I said trailing off. It always sucked to tell people you were alone in the world. I was glad when the boy didn't ask me where anyone was. I think that was a question people had learned not to ask anymore. It was hard enough to remember loved one who died on your own. You don't need anyone else reminding you.
"We have a little camp set up, you could come back with us?" I wasn't sure if he was asking or telling me when he said it.
"I don't know" was all I could say. I was about to start walking to look for somewhere new and then this kid shows up. I wasn't sure whether to take that as I sign or what. But then again you can never let your guard down.
"I'll go, but only because I as packing up anyway" I said watching his carefully.
"Can I help you carry anything?" He asked me smiling. I didn't know that smile would be so hard to forget.
This is a look at a story I'm creating in my head at the moment. I wanted to see what everyone thought of the idea before I put too much time into writing more. Chapter one will be here soon though so enjoy!