This chapter will be fast paced and brutal so be

warned!

He saw it, his sister or better said what's left of his sister lying there with a half eaten face and throat cut also with her arm eaten off. He tried hard not to throw up but he when he saw one of these cannibals he boiled with rage. He pulled out a knife from the knife block and slowly went to the distracted walker eating on his dead father and plunged it into it.

Oh fuck! He screamed as he saw his mutilated mother coming back to life although her legs were eaten off. But even faced with this much gore he still remained calm wich set Mike a bit off.

He knew he needed to act fast, with no family left he grabbed his trusty satchel, a backpack,

a pocket knife, some food and water and medicine given by the military to residents.

he looked over to his dead father and said:"

verbrenn in der hölle du scheiß wichser." (burn in hell you fucking jerk)

He turned to the door and stepped over his sister's corpse. When he got to the street he saw the roaming body of the soldier he talked to. He headed in the direction of the interstate 20, dodging cannibals here and there but not killing anything or anyone. When he arrived to the most southern part of the city, he saw 2 tanks about 2 dozen soldiers engaged in a heated battle against some cannibals.

But they would soon be overrun Mike thought.

"oh fu-" but before he could end his sentence

an explosion had gone off a story over him most likely through a bad grenade throw or tank round but he got stuck under rubble.

"Scheiße! Ich steck fest, Hilfe!" he screamed (Shit! Im stuck, Help!).

he inspected his surroundings and noticed that only his legs and his ring finger and his pinkie finger was stuck. But with extreme pain in his hand he knew he was lucky that the rest of his hand was well.

He could remove the rubble from his legs with one hand but he had difficulties with his fingers

and when he noticed a dozen cannibals coming his way he knew he had to act fast.

"Oh scheiße nein." he almost screamed (oh shit

no).

He took out his knife and slowly cut off his pinkie finger.

"AAAHHH!" He screamed out and almost cried or passed out he didn't even knew it himself.

Then his ring finger was next. He also screamed extremely loud but got up fast after both fingers were off because more cannibals came because of his screams. He was closer than ever to the suburbs of the city.

"Das ist Amerika, jeder dieser yankees hat ne knarre zuhause." He said (This is america, every damn yankee got a gun).

He ran and ran without noticing his serious wound and all blood. When he noticed his serious blood loss he went into a empty looking alley and bandaged his wound or atleast try.

"Das sollte funktionieren, oder doch nicht?" He asked himself (that'll do, or not?).

With some kind of bandaged hand he finally got out of city and came to some kind of suburbs.

he went into the biggest house he saw and walked slowly up the stairs to find the bedroom.

"Hello? Anyone home?" He asked loudly but with no answer.

When he found the bedroom he saw something shocking. A dead child with a bullet hole in his head, Mike couldn't comprehend how and why the body was there but he noticed a M1911A1 pistol next to him.

"Waffen sind kein Spielzeug, idiot." He whispered (weapons ain't a toy idiot).

"Also wie sieht man die munition? wie man es benutzt weiß ich ja." (so how do you see the ammo? I kinda know how it works).

He noticed a key next to the body, a key with the label "basement". He went down the stairs

and unlocked a big wooden door. When he came down he saw a rednecks paradise. All the walls were full of guns, from sniper rifles to shotguns and on the table was alot of different kinds of ammo. He noted the location of the house in his diary, took a leg holster, a bit of ammo and a military grade knife.

Little side note: Mike is about 2-3 years older than carl. It's not much but let that sink in.