The man has decided to land the helicopter for a pee break. I sit back and feel butterflies in my stomach as we descend. I ask the pilot his name, since I had failed to ask it earlier. "Marcus" he replies. I look down solemnly. "What?" he says "don't tell me my name offends you!" he says jokingly. "No ..." I say "that was my brother's name ..." "Oh ..." says Marcus. "is he …" "Yeah … I had to …" I say. He is silent. "we should head back to the helicopter. We hop back in. I grab the bar right in front of me that is there for support. I pull up and something on my leg pulls down. I scream and look down and it is indeed a zombie. "Kick his head in!" Marcus yells. I kick and kick and kick but it doesn't seem to do any good! "I was hoping to save the rest of these for a while …" He grabs a shotgun and shoots the lipless thing right in the face. I fall down to the ground and scream. Marcus knocks me over the head with the gun and everything goes dark.
I wake up in a city. I sit up in my ever-so light blue room I look out the window and see a chain-link fence behind some buildings. Marcus is next to me and I try to talk but I am too tired. and it comes out "Mshhhhunty?" Marcus starts to laugh hard. " HAHAHA What?" he says. I pull of the blanket that covered me and Marcus says "Let's go get some breakfast", he yawns.
"Why did you hit me with that gun?" I ask. "There were infected coming. You were attracting them and I thought that would be the best thing to do at the moment. If I didn't do what I had when I had we would've been dead." We get in a line with other people and when they talked to the serving lady they acted strange and they whispered to her like they were keeping some huge secret that they didn't want anyone to know. That was suspicious. "Marcus" I ask "Where are we?" "Atlanta Highschool" he says. "The army is trying to make a life here. Right now we are securing the area. There's a few buildings around us but not many and we have plenty of supplies. Everyone here right now is a soldier and their families. We were in the counselor's office earlier." That explained why the room was so small and there was a bed. I wonder if this place was actually going to stand … like we actually have a chance here. A chance for survival. That's all we need. Just a chance …
I finish my breakfast and go outside. I look around the perimeter. There is zombies everywhere … ones with broken arms, ones with twisted ankles, and ones with no jaws. They all wanted in … bad. something tells me this place isn't gonna last long.