Zombie Apocalypse

chapter 1

Its 2070 and in England a new virus has spread, the disease makes people crazy they have lost the ability to talk they can only grunt as a form of communication.  They feel the need to feed on human flesh, One deadly bite from an infected being and you will also feel that urge.

The atmosphere is thick with smoke, As people try to save their own skin by melting the skin of the infected.

It has been 5 months of this, and the human race is scarce. One of the few people who have escaped are now living in huts fires are burning to scare off the flesh-eating beings.

Kylie and Damon are in one hut and eat what they can find in the shops that are still standing.

"Let's play a game." Kylie suggested out of boredom.
"Seriously you want to play games during a zombie apocalypse." Damon says bemused.

"You used to play zombie apocalypse games during our normal lives." Kylie laughs.
"Ugh how I wish it was still normal." She added.

"We both have the same dreams love, but we've never been the luckiest pair." Damon reminded her.

They sat there for a second thinking about how not lucky they had been.

"Anyways what game did you want to play?" He asks.
"It doesn't matter." She answers.
She was going to ask to play a game where they would tell each other who they would rather be with in their situation. But now she knew that she was with exactly who she was meant to be with.

Damon went to the fridge for a snack.
"Oh shit!" He exclaims
"What is it?" Kylie asks.
"We've ran out of food." Damon says looking at his girlfriend with the look she knew too well.
"Come on then." She said.

Damon Loades his rifle and Kylie gets
her shoes and coat on. The nearest shop is 30minutes away.
Every few minutes Damon opens fire on infected gangs of people. He burns the lifeless bodies to stop infection spreading.

30 minutes later and they had gotten to the shop. They grabbed everything they could carry. Suddenly a group of the flesh-eating beings came into the shop.

Damon quickly reacted by opening fire on them. When he knew they were dead he grabbed the last bottle of bourbon and poured it over them he struck a match and threw it. Kylie and Damon ran out of the shop and all the way home.

Later on Damon slouched over a map of the city.
"Well the nearest shop that isn't burnt is now one hour away." He says.
"At least we still have a way of getting food." Kylie says.

"Soon enough all the produce will be gone from every shop in the city." Damon says alarmingly.

" well we know that. Can't we just move somewhere else."  Kylie says.
"With what we don't have a car and all air ports, ferry ports and train stations are closed." Damon says.

Kylie huffs.
All of a sudden, a green truck drives past the window stopping a few centre meters away.
Curiously Damon and kylie both go outside.

A man with a circular head, brown hair and a brown moustache, dressed in blue trousers and a black T shirt with a high vies jacket hopped out the truck.

" Hey how many of you are living here?" The man shouts through the glassless window.
" Just the two of us." Damon shouts back.
"Any infected." The man asks when kylie lets him in.
"No, no its safe." She says.

"Thank god for that, there are so many people who are dying because they try to save their infected friends." The man explains. "My names frank by the way."
"Hey frank." Damon and Kylie say simultaneously.

They go and sit outside, Frank lights the fire that would sit in the metal beer keg.
"It's not good to keep these un lit for too long." He tells the couple.
"We know, we only just got back from the shop." Damon explains.
"Well is the shop still standing." Frank asks.
"Unfortunately not a gang of infected came along." Kylie says.

They sit around the fire eating chicken wings, they were a luxury these days.
Damon, Kylie and Frank talked till dark of possible strategies. As it got cold Kylie grabbed bags of wood and threw them on the embers of the fire to keep it crackling till the morning. They made their way to bed to re charge