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ONE YEAR IN

The sky was gloomy, the world silent as i stroll down the town road. I peer over my shoulder to see where zip was, my German Shepard, she has been with me since day one of this nightmare.

I peer up at the sky seeing the sun begin to set, i need to get to shelter quickly, i pick up my pace 'come zip' i whisper as i pat my leg.

We reach a small cottage, the windows and door still intact, i approach the front door. Pulling my glock from the holster on my leg, raising it to eye level, i push the door open with my foot and slowly step in.

I begin to search the house, front room clear, kitchen clear. I quietly sneak up the stairs, three rooms two doors open one shut.

I peak my head round the first door, it looks like it was a child's bedroom. There are toys and stuffed animals over the floor, clear. I tip toe to the next room.

It appears to have been an office or study, clear, as i reach the closed door of the third room i place my ear to the door and listen.

'Arrrrrh' fuck sake there's one in there, i reach for the axe that is sticking out my backpack and hold it up ready for impact.

I call zip to my side 'stay' my voice stern but quiet.

I reach for the door handle my hands steady, twisting the nob i push the door open, the undead creatures head spins to face me, its mouth half torn off with teeth showing through.

I lift the axe above my head as the creature runs at me, crack, my axe smashes through its brain causing the creature to hit the floor.

The room is dark, the old burgundy curtains pulled to, i examine the creature. It's wearing a long polka dot dress that has begun to decay. It must be a woman. I spot a chain attached to her leg, my gaze follows the chain to the bed, she must of chained herself down before turning.

I spin on my heals and head out the door. I jog down the stairs, reaching the front room i close all the curtains, throw my heavy black backpack on the old leather sofa next to zip as she lays her head on the blue worn cushion.

Time to eat, i search the kitchen and find a saucepan, i take it over to the dinning table, shuffling to my bag i quickly stroke the long brown and black fur of zip and grab the make shift stove i made from a old can and tea lights.

Slowly stirring the chicken soup as i read a few pages of my book that i found when i went searching for food a few days ago, zip sits at my feet with her head on my lap, she really has helped me through this tough time.

I finish the last spoon full, zip has finishing the last of the chicken i found. I stand to my feet and stretch, time for sleep i think, i wander over to the sofa and lay down looking up at the white ceiling.

Zip purches herself next to me with her head on my chest, i wrap my arm over her back and slowly close my eyes.

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My eyes flutter open to the sound of birds singing in the trees surrounding the little cottage, the early morning sun blazing through the large windows filling the room with an orange glow.

'Morning zip' my voice quite as i stroke her fur, i lift myself onto my elbows and let out a big yawn.

'Time to move on' i say while glazing at my gorgeous dog, i swing my backpack over my slender shoulders and leave the cute little cottage.

I walk down the empty roads the wind gently blowing on my face, i cant believe its already been 370 days since the outbreak started. The day it happened i was at my mums house visiting from college, my father was on a business trip and my brother was away with his friends.

Me, my mother and zip sat around the tv watching the news as people begun to panic, my mum frantically calling everyone to find out where they were. After a few days the undead broke into the house and my mum didn't make it out, I grabbed zip and we ran as far as we could.