Disclaimer: I gotta remember to put this in, uhhh well I don't own anything...

I looked around the woods surrounding me, it was dark and thick but a few rays of sunshine lit up the leave covered ground and helped me walk to the creek. I help a towel in one hand, and a bottle of home-made soap in the other. The water would be cold, but that's fine as long as I get this blood and mud off of me.

As the creek comes into view I strip down and jump in, creating a giant splash. My head pops up from below the chilly water and I hug myself in an attempt to warm up, which was no help sadly. After a few minutes of getting use to the new temperature I start to wash myself, and soon all the dirt and other stuff was gone. Pleased with my work, I grab the towel I left at the shore and wrap it up around my body, then reaching for my bunny hat and clothes. I wanted to wash them and-

"What the flip...?" I mumble, realizing that my items were gone. My words were followed by the unique sound of a gun being loaded, oh glob this isn't good. "Hands up." somebody orders, it was obviously a man. I didn't know what to do, this guy didn't sound like one of those things. But he was holding me at gun point, possibly going to kill me.

"I said hands up!" he repeated louder, pushing the tip of his weapon in my lower back. I blushed and keep my hands where they were. He repeated himself a third time, also threating to shoot. I'm glad he was behind me because my face must have been redder than a cherry, I glupped and gained enough courage to speak.

"I-I can't."

"Why not?" he asked in an annoyed tone. I felt the metal poking my back again which made me gasped, I've never felt this helpless before in my whole life.

"M-My towel will f-fall off." I felt myself blushing, stop it stop it! I could feel a change in the atmosphere as the weapon he was holding was pulled away from my back, I sighed in relief but that was soon inter-upped by somebody grabbing my shoulder and spinning me around.

The man who was aiming at me stood there, glaring down at me since he was about three inches taller. Black hair hung into his brown eyes which stood out against his pale skin, the man was wearing a red plaid shirt with ripped jeans and black sneakers. Over all not a bad looking guy... Ugh! No don't think of him like that!

"I. Said. Hands. Up." he whispered, hot breath spreading across my face. I shook my head, no way his guy was going to see me naked. "Have it your way." he huffed, grabbing my hands and spinning me around again. Before I could fight back my hands were tied in a tight knot behind my back and I was being pulled away for the creek, this is not good.

"Let me go!" I command, struggling against his grip.

"Shut up." he hisses.

"BUT MY TOWEL IS SLIPPING!" now I was screaming, which probably isn't the best idea because it signals to the infected you're their next meal. I hear him mumble something under his breath which I couldn't really make out, but I wasn't really focused on that because instantly he let go of my hands and ripped off the towel. Taking off his shirt and throwing it over my shoulders, then buttoning up the front. "Happy now?!"

My face was red, redder than before. Basically as red as... there was nothing red enough to describe it. Embarrassment melted into anger and I kicked him in the stomach, pulling against the rope holding my hands together hard trying to break it. Throughout all of this I saw his bare chest, he was amazing- STOP! But I have to admit he looked good without a shirt on. That same shirt now super baggy and acting as a dress on me.

Before I could land another hit the pale man's fist came in contact with the side of my head, making me black out.

I know it was short, but I have amazing news! I have started writing original stories! Exciting isn't it? Would you read and review it please? My FictionPress name is also BubblyMeTiffany! Link on my profile here.

Hahaha this chapter has a stupid name :P