Hey everyone! Time for chapter 2 and man, I am stoked! I was bombarded by OCs and let me tell you viewers, I will be using every one of them at some point of the story. Furthermore, the OC submitting will continue at least until further notice. So without further ado, let the story of survival begin!
Drew's POV
It had been two years since all this started, will at least it's been one winter and it's starting to get cold again, meaning it's most likely fall or somewhere close to that. I shivered as I recalled all the terrible things I had seen while I made my way through the forest. All I had to cover myself was a sweat jacket and some regular clothing, as well as a red headband. Soon, not even this would be enough for the winter as I had found out last winter. And then there was the matter of walkers, groups, snipers and other wildlife, including poisons plants. I looked down to see the same obscured body being dragged along be myself. He's name is John and he had been surviving with me for a while, we had been best friends when this whole thing started, we were in high school. Then I was 15, by now I was most likely 16 and close to my birthday. John was pretty tall and was pretty heavy, it was a miracle he had made it this far. I looked at the bullet wound on his leg again, even though it was disgusting too look at the wrapped wound around his leg we were still friends after all. I lay him against a tree and unwrapped the bandage. He groaned a little in his sleep and slowly opened his eyes. "If this is hell, I hate it here." He groaned out. "Sorry to disappoint you sleeping beauty." I said, chuckling. He moaned as I finished unwrapping the cloth I had torn from my shirt to reveal the wound. It didn't look infected. Yet. "We need to get a doctor." John said, now fully awake. "Pretty sure all the doctors at this point are most likely dead." I put in. "You're just full of positivity." I smirked. "Glad to see you're getting better mentally." I said and then sighed, wrapping the wound again. "Maybe we should just go solo together, no more groups." John said, shocking me. "I thought you always said groups were for the better!" I said. John looked to the distance. "Well look where that got us! Were both going to die now!" I shook John, bringing him back to Earth- or at least what's left of it. "Were not going to die, not while I'm around!" He looked me in the eyes. "Aren't we Drew? Aren't we?" "No." I said. John relaxed from the assurance of my words. John stood up and I did the same, him leaning on me, arms around each other, continuing out trek in the woods.
*1 week later*
I stirred at the fire I had lit and watched as the fire crackled and turned my gaze n John. He was sleeping soundly on the ground; his leg was getting better, finally something going right for us. My thoughts were interrupted by the moan that came from my right. I turned to see around five walkers coming from the forest. Crap. I thought, getting up and rushing to John's side and waking him up. "What is it?" John groaned. "That." I said, pointing to the five walkers who had noticed us and were now heading toward us, shuffling their decomposing legs. John's eyes turned wide and got up, stumbling from his leg. I put an arm around him and we hobbled away from the walkers. One teenager and an injured teen with a crowbar vs five walkers weren't the best odds in the case of surviving. John's foot caught on a root and he fell, almost pulling me with him. I watched in horror as my best friend got eaten alive by walkers. I fell to my knees. Nonononononono, this was not happening! "Go…go… save yourself…" I heard John say. Or was my imagination? I didn't care, not anymore, and I stumbled to my feet and took off, stumbling through the forest, crying, this wasn't fair, this wasn't fair! He didn't deserve to die! I soon came to a clearing and lay down, exhausted mentally and physically.
*1 month later*
Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing. Since John died I decided that I would not let John truly die but preserve his memory by staying alive for him, I promised myself. It didn't matter what happened, how it happened but I needed to say alive. For him. I had killed a human being the other day. She said her name was Lily. I put her in false assurance and when her back was turned, I beat her to death with my crowbar. I didn't feel good doing it but it had to be done. It was worth it, she had two apples and a gun, loaded with bullets. That should last me awhile.
I continued heading north, to the famous Wellington that I kept hearing about. I shivered; having these thoughts wouldn't be good for my mental health now would it? I looked at the sky. It was getting dark, should stop for a while. I lay against an oak tree and looked through my backpack, double checking my supplies. All in check, I tried to go to sleep but my thoughts were still plagued about John's gruesome death. To my left, I heard a twig snap and turned around, pulling my gun out. I saw hands go up through the darkness, I could only see the silt house of the figure but I knew it was a human because the person spoke up. "Please don't kill me; we can both get along can't we?" Judging by the tone of the voice, it was a woman. I didn't want to kill someone again. But if need be, I would. I could lower the gun, but who knows what the other has? Or worse, what she will do? I needed to act now.
[Shoot at the figure]
[Lower gun and talk]
Will there you have it folks! The first chapter of the hellish world we live in! Shoot or talk, review on what you want Drew to do! The suspense!