Dead Earth

Chapter 2 (sorry for the sort chapter last time . )

I woke up to being poked in the head with a shotgun. I slowly looked up to a man, with a blue shirt on, black pants, glasses, black hair, and sneakers.

"Who are you?" He had said. He pushed the shotgun closer to my face.

"My name is Alex." I sat up, and he put the gun to my neck. He seemed very cautious for some reason.

"Were you bitten at any point?" He looked up, hearing a noise coming from a couple aisles down. "Hurry."

"No. I wasn't. Can you please stop cutting off my a-" That point, I couldn't breathe. He was pushing the gun too far on my neck. There's nothing I could do. I'm most likely going to die.

He still didn't move. That man was going to be the last thing I saw before I died. Then, I took in a giant breath as he pulled up the shotgun and fired at something. Thank god that happened.

"You... almost... killed me." I said, still catching my breath.

"Sorry." He said and sat next to me. "I'm just... stressed." He then looked at me. "Name's Kage."

I got up, and looked around. "Anymore guns?"

"I got, a pistol, and ammo. Oh, and I refilled that chainsaw you had." He handed it to me and I strapped it on my back.

"Thanks." I said as I took the pistol and loaded it.

"No problem. You need anything else before we leave?"

"Leave? Why would we leave? This is a good place to stay at." I went and got some clothes to change in.

"We must find other survivors. And resources will run out here. So get what you need and let's go."

I changed into new clothes, grabbed food, some pain pills, and waited for him. "You coming? This was your idea." No reply. He must have been busy. So I waited. After an hour, I went into the storage room. In there, he was doing something. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making a grenade of some sort." I stepped back. "Don't worry. It won't go off unless I press the detonator."

"I see." After a while of him explaining how he was good at making explosives, we finally left.

"See that door?" Kage pointed to a red door with bars on it. "That's a safe room. Look for those. They'll be shelter for the night." We headed in and sat our stuff down.

"What's all this?" I looked on the walls. There was a lot of writing.

"People wrote on the wall, giving tips and what not.." He laid out the sleeping bags he had brought and he fell asleep.

"Okay..." After he fell asleep, I read some of the things.

"Rescue up ahead"

"Words above are a lie"

"What disease is this? How can it be stopped?"

"The disease can be cured. And the disease i-" the rest was unfinished. I kept reading anyway.

"Anyone have a defib unit? I can revive this guy."

"I had one. But I should have read these before I revived the guy above me."

That's where it ended. I couldn't stand the moans of the zombies. So I tried to sleep. Took a while, but I finally slept.

(Sorry if this is short too... not really that good at writing stories yet...)