I Ran

by Momo-love

There is no 'safe', only safer. When 28 year old Sophie returns home from university, she encounters a strange infection. Fighting to stay alive, she runs. She does'nt stop until she meets a band of survivers holding out in a prison. But even then, she wonders if she should still run. Because running, is what she does best. OC X Michonne

2. Chapter 2

So here goes chapter two! Thank you everyone who reviewed and followed me!

Svidi: I plan on making longer chapters. I just wanted to see what reaction I would get before I got to serious.

Chapter 2

"Come on Sir!" I whistled behind me. My four year old German Shepherd came bounding up to my side. I gave him a pat on the head as I let out a sigh of relief. "IF I lost you, I would lose my head!" He whined. "Right. Not funny"

Every day since the infection I wished I had been more prepared. I had no clue how to even hold a gun. My only weapons were a small array of kitchen knives. They were the only things I had time to grab.

I was brought back to the present as Sir growled softly. I followed his gaze and I saw the source of his discomfort. Three cannibals were making their way through the trees towards us. I pulled out my steak knife from my pack.

I waited for them to come to me. Once they were near I swung my arm into the nearest cannibals ear. I pulled out and got the next one right in the eye. The third grabbed my chin length black hair and pulled me close. I took a chance and let my body fall heavy to the ground. The cannibal lost its grip and stumbled backwards. I kicked it down and stomped down on its skull until all was still.

I stepped back, wiping the blood from my hands. "Holy shit... It gets me every time." After a while of observing the damage and checking for bites, I walked off deeper into the forest.

That night I found and abandoned wood shed to sleep in. I was lucky there were no cannibals in there. Before I let sleep engulf me, I checked my pack. Four knives, an emergency blanket, a water bottle, a box of crackers, and a package of jerky. I tossed a stick of jerky in Sir's direction. He gobbled it up and looked at me expectantly. "Sorry buddy. We have to make this last. I don't want to risk another trip into town."

A trip that was inevitable. Every time I made a supply run, I barely made it out alive. I wanted to make the supplies last as long as possible.

I didn't eat that night, and soon I was lost in a dark, sleepy, world.