*Anthony*
The kid that just walked in was eying us. "We're people, not pieces of pork. Stop starin' at us." Athena said. "Sorry. It's just you two really do look like Daryl. I'm Carl by the way." "Anthony."I stuck out my hand waiting for him to shake it, he did. "Athena." Was all I heard her say.
Then that Rick guy opened his mouth saying," If we're going to let them stay, I gotta ask them a few questions." "No, they are family, my own flesh and blood. We are not deciding whether or not they stay or go! They're staying!" Dad exclaimed. "No I'm still asking them. Number 1. How many walkers have you killed?-" I let Athena answer all them." Enough to keep us alive. "-Number 2. How many people have you killed?-" "Three each." "-Why?"
"They tried to kill us first." "You can stay." Rick said.
*Athena~3 days later~*
"Anthony,shot the damn squirrel!" I whisper/yell. "C'mon, I have been doing most of the hunting since the beginning of this hell began!" I whisper/yell again. Then I hear a arrow being shot making a "swoosh" sound and an arrow through the squirrel. "Yesssss!! Finally!!" I yell, in excitement. "I did it!" Anthony exclaims. We then begin walking back to the church with two squirrels each, hanging 'em around our necks, and both of us trying to lug a doe I shot.
You know just an average day in the zombie apocalypse...
YOU ARE READING
I found my dad in the zombie apocalypse.
Teen FictionRunning. Run as fast as you possibly can. Running is all you can do in a world like this.
