In a place where there is the undead and survival. Two survivors hold a pretty dark story as to how they became so numb and cold. When the two get to know each other, will they be able to move on from their past and fight together? Will they be able...
It was quiet in the house. Everyone was in the basement, sleeping. I couldn't sleep of course. I didn't want to have another nightmare. I hate having those. Especially when it surrounds my dead husband. He is all that I think about and with that in my head 24/7, my dream would just get worse and worse. It's coming to the point where he is a ghost and he is trying to shout out that I'm a murderer and I should burn in hell for what I did. I always wake up when he shouts that. I get around 4 hours of sleep every night.
I just keep myself on the lookout for any of the undead and since I am kind of in the killing mood. I quietly stepped out of the house, and I was sure to close the door right behind me. I turned and saw the handful of zombies down the road. I just sighed and pulled out my gun. I then slowly walked down the road and shot a few of them while they weren't looking.
The others turned to face me and I nodded at them. They then started to drag towards me and I took my machete out. I approached them midway and before one could touch me, I cut it's head off. I watched it bleed for a moment before digging a swing another zombie was going to take on me. I shot that one in the head. Which attracted a few more my way.
"Come and get some, you undead pricks," I said quietly before I went at the ones that were behind me. I stuck my machete in one of their heads and used the other two against one another. I took one and used it as a shield as the other tried to bite me. I then shot the biting zombie and shot it in the forehead. I took my machete from the dead zombie and used it to cut the zombie that "was shielding me". It's head rolled on the floor.
Before I could turn, there was a gunshot heard and the zombie that was about to attack me, fell and it laid limp on the ground. "You are going to have to be a bit more aware of what's happening if you want to go hunting by yourself at night," a guy said as he walked to the same alleyway as me. "I was doing just fine." "Yeah, and that's because of me shooting that thing. If it wasn't for that, then it would've had you as it's great and savory meal." The guy tells me.
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"I've done this many times before. I know what I'm doing." "And I'm not saying that you don't. I'm just saying that if you are in the middle of a neighborhood, then you have to be a bit more vigilant. There are more zombies in areas like these." "I know that!" "I'm just teaching you, alright." "Fine." "Besides, you took out those others zombies pretty well. You do have skill, and I can't lie about that. You're just as good as me." "Comparing me to you already?" "Well we are the only ones who wanted to talk a nice walk out here willingly," he says.
"I just wanted to kill." "Oh? I guess you are a bit more confident than I am then," he says and rubbed the back of his neck. I shrugged before looking off of his shoulder to see a kid zombie. "I hate killing those though," I said and pulled my gun up and shot the little girl. She fell limp and I just sighed. "Yet you have no hesitation...you prove strength to me...I like that honestly," he says as we started to walk down the road together.
"So what is it?" I asked. He looked up at me confused. "What's what?" "Your story? No one with a happy and stable mindset would go out her out of his own free will. We all have stories anyways." "Oh yeah? If you tell me yours, then I'll think about telling you mine," he says and I rolled my eyes.
