I pound my knife into the head of the walker and run over to Shelby. "Are you bit! SHELBY!"
"y/n no I'm fine I'm fine"
I turn to see Josie's dad lying dead, bit. He had a hole in his forehead, so I assumed he had to be shot. I preyed Josie off of him. "C'mon Josie we have to go. I don't want you to die too." Without a word she stood up and followed me and Shelby out the door. We walked out, me in the middle with my shovel, Josie to my left with her machete, and Shelby to my right with her bow. I felt like we were the A-team. We can do this. I told my parents to go home and get my brother and supplies for the prison. They didn't argue with my plea and went straight there. We headed off to the prison in hopes of survival and our heads held high. We stayed there for about a year. Then we left. we saw a group of survivors. More like a posse, with only 3. A tall man with a tangly beard, a skinny black woman with a katana on her back, and a boy that looked around our age. The boy had a sherif hat and a plaid shirt. They were all very dirty and had a look of terror in their eyes. "Guys guys look, people" Shelby and Josie looked towards their way and their eyes lit up. We hadn't seen survivors in a while. My parents ended up staying at the prison. It was a stupid idea. So we left, without saying a word. We were a unstoppable group. Stealthy, smart, and good scavengers. We adapted to this new world as well as a bear would adapt to hibernating every year. They went to hide from the people because every group we have ever came across was vile and heartless. I didn't hide because I couldn't look away. The posse was walking along the train tracks. But the boy turned and looked at me. Our eyes locked and we stood there. I could see the blue in his eye hypnotized me. The man called to him "CARL" and saw me. He pointed his gun at me and screamed. "HEY YOU STOP" I panicked and started running.
