Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, and I changed names that don't belong to me, so don't sue.
Leaving the "Who, What, When, Where, Why" questions for later, I grabbed a rag from under the sink to wipe off the blood now dripping from the end of my sword. As I was cleaning the blade, I knelt down to examine the thing that I had just killed.
It was pretty clear that the corpse was severely decayed, I could tell that even without looking too closely. My katana is by no means razor-sharp, in fact, you could run your thumb down the edge without cutting yourself, as long as you didn't push your thumb down as hard as you could. But the blade still cut through the zombie's neck like a hot knife through butter. Then I took a closer look at the head now lying in a pool of blood a few feet away from the body.
"Shit"
The face of my neighbor, Mr. Sinclair, was looking up at me with a blank expression and dead white eyes.
'Okay' I thought to myself, 'This looks to be either a Resident Evil or Dawn of the Dead type situation here.' I hoped that it was like Resident Evil because I didn't want to be chased by those Olympic athlete zombies, and I didn't want the zombies to be everywhere, all over the world.
"Okay, first things first: prepare for escape." I said to myself. The first thing I did was push the TV center in front of the broken window. Then I went upstairs, and grabbed my dad's army fatigues, or "combats" as he called them, from when he was in the army out of his old army footlocker, and put them on. They had lots of big pockets, didn't rip easily, and wouldn't chafe if I got them wet, which would probably happen. Then, I went into my room, grabbed my hunting knife in it's sheath, and put it on my belt on my left-hand side, put my dagger in my right boot, and put my jackknife in my right pocket.
After I stuck my sheathed sword in my belt next to my hunting knife, I grabbed my backpack, and went back downstairs and put some boxes of cereal, bottles of water, and a few cans of stew, all of which were light and non-perishable. After releasing my two cats outside so that there was a chance that they would survive, I drew my sword, and stepped outside.
A/N: I hope that you enjoyed this second chapter of my newest story, it's something that has been on my mind for a long time, and who knows, I might do a sequel or two in the future. I'll try to update at least once a week.