(DONT READ THIS ASHLEY) I woke up at 7:00am that morning to see no one in the hospital, there was me. Laying in my hospital bed alone. I was wondering why it was so dead quiet. My name is..Noel I am a police officer. I am in fact, 24 years old. I have friends, some that are more good and honest and some not. I am a friend named Dylan. I've had a crush on him since the 2nd grade, so technically were like best friends forever.
I got out of the bed and unplugged anything that was connected to this hospital bed. I then got dressed into normal clothes. I wore this floral top from Aeropostale and these dark jeans from Pacsun, and shoes that are all black and are from the brand VANS. I acted so young, had ombre hair wore teenage like clothes.
Then I smelled this horrible smell of death. It was disgusting, like a dead bird, or worse. I tiptoed to the hallway and I saw this person who had blood all over his face, and his teeth were messed up, ew. His skin was all blue and like green. I told him to get a doctor to help him. This person started running toward me like I was roadkill. I ran back into my hospital room and I slowly got my gun. This person started groaning. It grabbed my arm and I shot it. Then I remembered, I read this story about zombies, and what they do. Then I realized why it was so dead quiet, the world has ended. Zombies have attacked.
I was mesmerized as I looked at that..zombie. I knew I had to call my friends immediately, I got my phone and when I tried calling Daryl he didn't answer. The signal was probably bad because of this apocalypse. Then I saw this note that was on my hospital end table, it read:
Meet us at my house. The world has gone mad. All your friends are here. We will be safe..we hope. Use your gun to shoot the walkers.
-Daryl
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lost // n.d
Actionthere is no way out of this. no one has found out the cure. people are dying. you can't save them. this dangerous disease has taken over the whole world. ✕
