We ride into the den of the dead as I like to call it. The city is hell on earth. It's like an apocalypse movie but worse.
The stench seeps through my mask and attacks my nostrils. Ugh. I fight my gag reflex. Dried blood coats the streets.
I ride through the streets. My first stop is the pharmacy. I grab bandages, rubbing alcohol, and anything else that I find useful.
I next head to the grocery store. I feed Honor some dog food and jerky. I take necessities and what is edible. Honor likes (her?) toy. She follows with her toy in her mouth as I ride to the sporting goods store.
I get new sneakers and boots. I grab ammo for some guns at home. I grab this cool knife I found. I got one of those dog whistles that only they can hear.
She happily follows as we head back to our home.
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Surviving the apocalypse
Teen FictionLouella Evans was just an average teenage girl just trying to survive high school. A mysterious disease turns the majority of the population into zombies. Why is she still alive? The zombies can't sense her. She can walk through a crowd of them and...
