The rain beats down on the roof of my shack, making it hard for me to concentrate on what has happened in the past. My parents...sister...its because of them that i'm still alive to this day. A tear drops on the old photo I have in my hands. Within a few seconds, i'm sobbing and whimpering, wishing that I could see them one last time...
I wake up and slowly prop myself up on one elbow. Theres enough light in the room to allow me to see my bag and knife, two things i'll be needing for the journey ahead of me. After I eat and get changed, I kiss my home goodbye, as I won't be coming back. The city is where the military is stationed and all the survivors flock to in order to stay safe. For me, that's a blessing. Since I haven't been doing very well here, a long trip to the city couldn't be worse. In a few days I'll probably be dead anyway.
The buildings around me have been demolished into ruins, thanks to the help of the army. Although its only been a month, nature seems to be reclaiming its place, flooding plants and shrubs into the crevices of the footpaths. This is not the case in the city. Or so they tell me.
Bang!
I instantly turn my head towards the gunshot in the distance.
Bang! Bang!
The sound seems to be getting closer. I look in the distance, only to find a girl being chased by a horde of zombies. My hand instinctively reaches for my pistol and prepares itself. I shoot all 12 zombies behind the girl, with my gunshots still echoing in the distance.
"I'm friendly!," she yells."I'm friendly!"
"What are you doing here?," I say with my gun pointed at her.
"Look, I'm sorry I got in your way," she replies."I'm just looking for food."
"There's no food around here?," I ask, putting down the gun.
"No...nothing."
I reach in my bag and throw her some granola bars.
"Where did you get this?," she questions.
"Um...Eastwood...," I mumble.
"Do you mind taking me there?," she says.
"...fine...lets go," I sigh.
-By Kevin