Chapter 1: Oh My Darling, Clementine

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Oh fuck.

I cursed to myself as I threw the gun back on the ground. I stared in shock at the dead police-corpse that laid lifeless in front of me. I didn't know what the hell was happening. The police officer... he smelled awful and he growled at me like a fucking monster before I put a bullet in his skull.

The gun instantly reminded me of what I'd done a couple of weeks ago. I killed the state senator for sleeping with my wife. I ruined my life.

I leaned against the completely destroyed police car and rubbed my leg. I was in excruciating pain because of the wreck.

So many thoughts were racing inside my head. Where's my son, Michael? What is going on? Why did the police officer try to EAT me?

In the distance, I spotted a small figure. It looked like a little girl.

"HEY!" I yelled as loud as I could. "Please get someone, there's... there's been a shooting!"

All of a sudden, I heard leaves crunching behind me.

"H... hello?" I stuttered.

I slowly turned around saw a person. Except it wasn't a "person". It was one of those... things. And then another. Then another.

I fought through the pain in my wounded leg and stumbled towards the fence about 200 feet in front of me. The growling and moaning of the "things" terrified me to death.

I finally reached the brown fence and jumped across it. I heard gunshots in the distance, which drew the "things" away from me.

I looked up and saw a treehouse. For a split second I saw someone peeking from the little door.

"Hello?" I yelled. "Anyone up there?"

I walked over to the treehouse and yelled once more.

"Don't shoot! I'm friendly! I'm not one of... "them".

Of course, the treehouse had a ladder, so I began to climb it.

All of a sudden, a decent sized hammer flew down and nearly hit my forehead. I sighed and shook my head.

"Aw, come on!" I scolded. "I'm not armed! I'm not gonna hurt anyone!"

I reached the small entrance door to the treehouse.

I slowly opened it.

"Hello?" I whispered.

I looked around and didn't see anyone at first, but then found a little girl hiding behind a playhouse in the corner.

"Hey..." I whispered. "I'm friendly, see? I'm not a monster!"

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