Dead Ahead! (Male Reader Insert)

Chapter 1

Life had just gotten worse. A Pandemic started, and shit just hit the fan. Everything closed in an instant. Shops, hospitals, schools, everything! The people were advised to stay inside until a cure was made, but something terrible happened.

The Infected, dead, started to rise and go rabid, attacking everything in sight. Reports had spread around, and everything was in complete chaos. Though the news stated, people who only died can turn, unlike those in movies and games.

Thankfully, my buddy Russel and I were in his repair shop, ways away from the city, when this all started. We stocked up on food and water and decided to wait it out, or at least until the military began to clear off the infestations.

But we have a problem, our supplies are dwindling, and there are no new updates about the situation. I think we are all left to fend off these undead things ourselves.

You: Did you put the remaining fuel on the top of the bus?

Russel: Yeah! I did! Did you get it running?

You: Wait! Let's just do this and... bam! She's good to go!

You turn around to stretch but see a zombie behind you, standing there, eyeing you.

You: Oh shit!

You quickly enter the bus and get ready to drive.

You: I don't want to go near that thing! You take care of it!

Russel: You fucking wuss. Let me show you how to handle it!

Russel runs outside, only wearing his black pants and his blue and white baseball cap.

You: For Christ's sake, Russel! At least wear a shirt! It'll protect you from scratches and bites.

Russel: I'm not the one wussing out. Go tell me what to wear when you get the balls to...

*Bang*

Russel turns around to see the zombie on the ground. Its head was blown off. The thing that scares him the most is how close it is.

You: How about you go look at what your fighting, dumbass! Now go wear something!

Russel: That doesn't count. You gotta pick up a shovel like this one here and bash its head here beside me.

Russel grabs his trusty shovel and hits another zombie getting close in the head. Its blood splatters, getting some on his body.

You: You're fucking gross, man. Go move the barricades before I run you over with this bus.

Russel just gives you his signature smirk before moving the barricades so the bus can go through.

The way is now clear, and you drive forward, taking a stop to let Russel inside. You throw him a towel.

You: Clean all that blood off, or I'm kicking you out head first out of this bus.

Russel: Yes, boss.

Russel mocks, taking a seat on the place behind yours. He pockets the towel and whistles a tune.

You: You think they're still someone out there alive?

Russel: Of course there is. Wouldn't mind a beautiful lady accompanying me inside this bus.

You glare at him, and Russel laughs at you, raising his hands in defeat.