Chapter 1: Where things start.

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20 days since the Knox infection. Since then I've been surviving like a total idiot. My name is Marcus. This is my story on how I survive the zombie apocalypse. I live in Knox County and I don't know how the zombie apocalypse exactly started. I feel like it started during June or March or July. I don't remember but during that time I smelled a foul stench in the air and it gave me a sense of danger and oh boy was I fuckin' right! The military quickly set up an "exclusion zone" around Louisville before it managed to spread further, temporarily containing the outbreak. At first, the government portrayed the outbreak to be flu-like, causing panic and confusion among the infected. The infection is known to spread through fluid-contact: scratches and bites.

Five days after the blockade went up, the WHO grounded all non-military or -medical international flights, which lead to mass panic throughout the nation and a disgruntled response from the President. The response and lack of clarity from the United States government led to international leaders condemning America, with the UK premier criticising the President's "near lack of clarity". A photo from West Point is leaked out of the Exclusion Zone, with an image of a man covered in blood and bites, one arm missing, in a street crowded with dead.

But then shit got real when the government found out that the Knox virus was AIRBORNE. The Knox Infection quickly spreads throughout the U.S.A., causing a breakdown of society, and even starts to spread across the ocean to Europe, Asia, and Africa despite the WHO's lockdown order on American flights. Turns out that some people are immune to the AIRBORNE strain. I, however, am a different case. I am completely immune to both the airborne strain, and the contraction strain. Which means I have a better chance of survival than most people. But I will still show the signs of flu-like symptoms.

And here I am Scavenging the town like a rat. Yes, I have no car and I have to walk everywhere. and as much as I like to say that I love walking which is true I don't like walking everywhere 24/7,

especially while trying to avoid the infected. One time I did find a car, I channelled my inner drunk man, and crashed the car like a dolt, catching a horde's attention.

While I'm walkin in the empty streets, I find a store that looks to have a little bit of food in it. I ready my baseball bat and head inside. Inside is what you would expect in a apocalypse: shopping carts everywhere, spilled blood, a few corpses of which I'm sure will get up just to fuck with me, and a few carts with canned goods in them. Finally, some good fuckin' food.

As I take out the canned corn, it seems like they've got more beans than normal. I look down at the cans, and read some of the labels. Most of it says "Beans," and a few of it reads, "Canned ABC's." But one label that's really weird says, "Bacon Soup."

But, since this was the end times, I cannot be a picky eater. So I grabbed the six cans of food and stored them in my bag, looted a few bodies which didn't have much, and headed towards the door. That was Until I heard a slam and bang along with a voice.

"AH FUCK! I THINK I BROKE MY FUCKING ARM!"

Yo... what the fuck was that? It sounded like a girl's voice? But what kind of girl would scream like a maniac? Does she want to attract a horde?! I slowly approached a staff only door and opened it. You see a girl, holding her arm in pain. She had a voluminous grey hair swept to the side with an undercut, her eyes were strangely red with white irises and wore a dark lipstick over her lips. Her look appeared to be gothic judging by the black choker with spikes around her neck, her grey crop top has strings shaped like an inverted pentagram, fingerless gloves, dark shorts with a crescent moon on the right side, and black stockings with sneakers.

Now, at first glance, she is hot as shit! I'm talking- MMMMM! Hot as shit! But my attention is towards her arm. It's broken and bleeding.

"Uhh... hey?" I say with nervousness. As soon as she heard my voice, her face goes from surprise to a scowl. What did I do to deserve a stare like that?

"Who the fuck are you?!" She says angrily. What the hell? Did I offend her somehow? Or is she like that with everyone? Oh well, guess I'll play nice!

"My name is Marcus" I say to her "And I don't think screaming like a banshee would be a good idea..." I try to reason with her.

"Well you can go fuck yourself" she responds, obviously getting pissed off. Okay, this girl was an asshole confirmed. Something about her though... is off "Where the FUCK am I?!" She says with anger and frustration. I take a step back at the change in tone and demeanour, "Are you okay in the brain?" I say out loud "Either you ate some shrooms, because this is the end times, woman!" I whispered.

"What the fuck are you talkin' about-" Suddenly...

THUMP.

THUMP.

SHATTER!

Ah shit, here we go again. They broke in! And when I looked at the girl's face, it was mixed with surprise, anger and fear. I tried to pick her up, to help her. Bad idea.

"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU SHITHEAD" She shouted at me with her arm outstretched. Before I could comprehend, her hand collided onto my nose, knocking me back into the wall. Blood flowed profusely from my nose, and my sight became blurry. My nose doesn't feel broken, but my sense of morality does! I could've rearranged her medulla oblongata, but I didn't.

"OW FUCK! You know what?! I'm tired of trying to help you! You can tend to your own wound!" I yelled at her, a look of surprise dawned on her. I started to swing my bat at the zombies, bashing head upon head. Soon I lost control and started swinging madly on random heads that came into sight. I don't even remember how many zombies I hit. Once all of them were dead, I looked at the girl. I guess I left her stunned, being covered in zombie blood.

"... You know how to make a makeshift bandage?" I say, not looking at her. She huffs in annoyance and says no. Damn, that sucks. But she shouldn't have given me a bloody nose! But, that's against my moral code, which is: I don't leave people to die. I still have my Humanity, and I don't think that would be right. So, in a move which many would call simping, I went to a first aid box in the staff only room and started to bandage her arm. At first she yanked her arm away, refusing to cooperate. But then, as I bandaged her arm, she stopped pulling away as she seemed to be accepting my help. All of which happened in total silence, until she decided to speak."Why did you do it?"

"Do what?" I turned to her, tilting my head in confusion.

"Are you fucking serious?!" She snapped in disbelief at the answer. "Why did you save me?!"

I stared at her for a moment before replying.

"I was just doing the right thing... Saving people is the right thing."

"Yeah whatever dude, I don't care. If you didn't care, why did you bother to help me out?"

"Would you rather me let you die or not? Because that's kind of stupid." Like it or not, I was spitting straight facts. She has an incredulous look on her face when something couldn't stop bothering her mind, until she decided to speak again

"Thanks... you happy you little shit?!" She huffs. It's better than nothing, I suppose. I nodded and continued to bandage her arm. She was silent again. After finishing bandaging her arm, I stood up from where I was crouching next to her and began to turn my back on her, looting some bodies. She just stared at me, watching my actions.

"Aren't you going to go?" I say not bothering to look at the gothic female. Looking back at her I saw her thinking and then... Embarrassment? Why is that? It's like getting embarrassed at not driving a car at 12. She then adorns a frown on her face. I swear, this girl is the epitome of the time of the month. If it is her time of the month, well happy period day.

"Look I got... err knocked out by some assholes I was with." She says, sounding a bit unconvinced by her own answer "So I currently don't know where the hell I'm at. Could you maybe help me out here, big guy?" She said sarcastically. I sigh. You know that meme where this guy has a press X for doubt near him? That's basically me. But do I have a reason to not believe her? I mean, she sounded unsure of herself when she said those words, and to be frank, she almost broke my fucking nose. but at the same time my moral code is to help out people in need. Damn my moral code.

"Find... Any funny business, and I'm droppin' ya ass." I say as I help her up. She rolls her eyes "By the way, never caught your name." She turns her head away, and huffs again. Seriously, she need a therapist.

"It's Loona."

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⏰ Last updated: Jun 20, 2022 ⏰

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