Welcome back to the hellish world we live in! Ep 2, no place to hide is here at last! Now, we'll have some pretty interesting developments this chapter I'm thinking…

Also, go check out 'the hell that walks', it's really good! But without further ado, the story you've all been waiting for… DRUMROLL PLEASE! *drumroll begins*

THE HELLISH WORLD WE LIVE IN!

Shaina's POV

It's been a week or two since the escape from Carver's camp and we've been holding up in a small rest area a couple of miles away from that terrible, terrible place. We've been scavenging what we can but there's barely anything for miles. Thank god we took some of those supplies from the camp. Drew has become elected leader officially. Since most of all decisions have come to rest his shoulders, he's been pretty stressed out and all, he barely eats anything himself for the better of the group and I've heard him screaming and crying when he falls asleep. Some pretty messed up nightmares those must be. We only have Kenny, Clementine, Skay, Chad, me, Drew, Tess, Will, Alvin, Rebecca, Sal, Mike… and that's it really. Food is becoming more and scarcer by the day and fights have broken out among the group over food. We all know we need to move somewhere else, even though there are next to no walkers here, there is also next to no food left. Plans are to stay one more night then head out next morning. We all stared into the makeshift fire we had made while we talked quietly amongst ourselves, most of the conversations about where we might end up. I just stared into the fire, saying nothing at all. Eventually, Drew spoke to all of us.

"I think we should get to bed, we need to rest." Grim nods and mutters followed as we all went off to our designated sleeping areas. Mine was by the vending machine. Maybe not the most comfortable of spots but it was better than sleeping outside where it had just started to drizzle. Soon, I drifted off to sleep to nightmares.

I walked through the front door to see dad there, frowning at me and holding a half empty wine bottle.

"Where the hell have you been?" He shouted, stumbling as he talked. I grew nervous.
I was out with my friends-"

"You have no friends you worthless piece of shit!" My father shouted. I could feel tears come to my eyes. Dad snorted.

"Exactly why your shit, you couldn't stop me if you really wanted to! You are worthless."

"What would mom thin-" I started to say before dad lunged at me all of a sudden and swung his wine bottle at my face. It connected with my face, instantly bringing forth blood across my check and destroying the wine bottle, causing the splintered shards to dig into my lips, check and my forehead. I fell to the floor, on the edge of consciousness and crying in both pain and shock that my father would've gone this far.

"YOU DO NOT USE THAT WORD IN THIS HOSEHOLD SHITANNA OR WHATEVER THE HELL YOURE NAME IS!" I cried for what seemed like eternity until my father left and my sister came to my side. She helped me get some bandages and anti-biotic from the bathroom cabinet. The scene changed to an old café. You could most likely think that everything was normal here except for the walkers banging through the glass, windows shattering everywhere. All of my friends had already escaped out the back entrance. I grabbed my little sister's arm and told her to hurry up. She was still packing up everything she needed. She was currently packing her favorite stuffed animal, bunny. Then, a walker broke through the window my sister was by and grabbed her face, bringing her closer to the horde's hungry moths and unfeeling souls. I screamed and pulled at my sister's arm but it was no use. The walkers eventually pulled her out from the café and through the window where they began to devour her. I stood there, not knowing what had just happened, listening to my sister's fading screams and pleas for help. Then it hit me: my sister was dead. I immediately grew angry at myself, for letting this happen, how could I be this stupid and pathetic? Maybe dad was right…? I just stood there, as the walkers turned their attention on me as my sister had started to rise from the ground, her living corpse, right there in front of me. I snapped out of it and tears sprouted from my eyes as I ran out the back door. I looked for my friends but they had gone, most likely thinking I and my sister were already dead. Well, they got half of it right. My vision blurred again, a jumble of words and shouting in a black void, I floated there, not feeling anything until a light came out of the darkness. I stared at it as it enveloped me. I began to hear words, but these words were different, these words were positive words. Not words that would hurt, damage someone but words that would help someone. I woke up with a start to see Drew there, hugging me, keeping me warm as I cried in my sleep. I began to cry again, and I looked up to see Drew there crying with me. Or maybe he was crying in the first place before me. In any case, I snuggled closer to him as we cried for everyone we had lost, for everyone we had seen one day but had vanished the next. I let everything pour out of me like a flood and he listened to every word.

*Next morning, 7:00AM*

I woke up to see Drew waking up as well. Drew instantly began to apologize for last night but leaned up to him and kissed him right there, on the lips. He was shocked for a second until he started to kiss back. He tasted like strawberries. We broke away from the kiss and smiled at each other. A while later, Drew had assembled us all together and had asked our scouting parties we had been sending for a while, two or three days. They consisted of Will, Skay, Alvin and Mike. They would now report to us what they had seen. Mike started.

"There is a community up north of here, got everything they might ever possibly need. Fresh water, farms and food, vehicles, big walls, allies, fuel and weapons. Though they said that they wouldn't be taking any more people when I asked them. Though, they said that there was a community of people living in tents in the woods, not too far away from there. It's a possibility at least." Drew nodded. He then motioned for Will to start.

"Well, just down south east, is an actual fort. Of course, it's been a tourist site for a while but we heard that some Scottish men had taken it over and made use of the surplus of 17th century weapons there. Huge walls made out of stone, fresh water, weapons, farms and food, as well as livestock. It's a place to check out." Drew nodded again. He then spoke.

"We'll take a vote, nice and simple. Raise your hand is you want either the fort or the community in the north."

[The fort]

[The northern community]

There it is! This chapter almost made me cry as I wrote this. A fort or a community with allies?