Chapter 1

I pulled my hat farther down my face, barely allowing my eyes to be seen as I stepped into the decepit mall. My cloak was covering my entire left side as I looked around at the stores.

Ever since this virus got 'round people been turning nuts. They call it the Green Flu. Not sure what the scientific name for this shit is, but I do know it's a dangerous bastard. It turns normal people into zombified critters that only seek to consume living people. As for people with 'specific genetical traits' as that whitecoat explained, they mutate. Or more accurately, evolve.

Some turn into what I call Idiots, the bitches that charge ya'. Some become IRS Men, the motha fuggas that grab ya and try to lead you into Hell in a handbasket. Then there's the Bobcat, the pouncer. The Fatty, exploder. And then we have the Bitch. I've heard others call them Witches, and I understand that name. But I like Bitch more 'cause it fits.

Anywho, I stood in the eerily empty mall and took note of my surrounds. There's the door I'd came in from, which was more of just a few broken pieces of metal with shards of glass sprawled out everywhere. A long line of shops that stacked up for three floors. And more importantly, one of those Jeeps you'll find on display. Perfectly vulnerable for pickin's.

I whistled as I slowly approached the Jeep, conscious of the wails and growls I heard from the Jeep's roof. I tossed my cloak to the side and pulled my six-gun from her holster.

PAH!!!!

One shot.

PAH!!!!

Two shots.

PAH!!!!

Three shots.

The Bitch's body slumped over the roof and tumbled to the floor, limp and dead as she should be.

I flicked my wrist, throwing open the six-gun's chamber and watching the three empty shells fall to the floor with smoke billowing from 'em. I reloaded the chambers, put the gun back in a position I could draw and fire, then slid 'er back into her holster. I kicked the dead Bitch out of the way as I opened the driver door to the Jeep. With a elbow-smash to the vehicle's dash, I got my way into the electrics and fiddled for a few seconds. Then she roared to life with a rumble that gave me liar's bumps. "YEAH BABAY!! WE DOIN' GOOD TONIGHT!!" I laughed out loud, slamming the door shut and hopping into the seat.

I went to pull down the visor and a set of keys fell onto my lap. "Jacob you stupid idiot. The keys were right up there." I sighed and began tirelessly and annoyingly rewiring the Jeep back to basics. Then I restarted the damned truck using the keys, but the fun was taken out of it by the broken dash.

I slammed my foot into the gas pedal as I saw a horde begining to file into the mall from where I'd come in from, "Y'all shoulda had Jack Daniels for breakfast ya' mama's boys!!" I yelled as the Jeep smashed through the horde, flattening Walkers and a few mutations I didn't care to look at for specifics.

And with that, I got a new addution to my arsenal. A beautiful truck, beautiful six-gun, a sexy Jacob, and the wails of a Bitch in my backseat.

Wait what the fu-