When I woke, I heard gunshots.
I hustled out of my bed made of hay and grabbed my sniper.
Once I got it, I ran over to the beaten down door.
"Need help?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah" said James.
I ran up to them and used my scope and shot all of 5 zombies.
"We need to leave. NOW" I said
I grabbed my pack, as did the others, and moved into an area about 2 miles away from the farm, and there, we rested.
"Do you think we are going to live?" asked James, obviously scared.
"I do." I said
"Then why are we moving?" he persisted.
"The zombies. Little to no food left there. We need resources to survive." I said calmly.
I rested against a metal fence, with everyone to my right and left of me.
I sighed, "I don't know what to do."
Everyone looked at me for a couple seconds, and continued to rest.
As they did, I did a silent prayer,
Dear God,
I know your busy with prayers and people, but I don't know what to do. If you could send a sign that I would understand, but my family wouldn't, it would be helpful.
I know that my life is at stake because of cocky sciencetists wanting me and everyone else. I just need a sign.
Amen
After the prayer, I fell asleep.
When I woke, the sun was on my skin and it felt good and warm. I got up and rustled everyone up, also.
We embarked on what used to be a back road.
We were heading back home.
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Gone
AdventureIt's been years since the apocalypse happened and Jessica can't see the end of it. Her mom was long gone and her dad was in the army. Grandpa died weeks ago and she is the next one in charge of her small group made up of herself and her siblings
