Because I Fell in Love ~ Carl Grimes

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HOW TO SURVIVE THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE BY BONNIE DIXON
RULE #1
(The most important rule to be followed)
Whatever you do; don't fall in love.

Rule #2
Always have a gun full of ammo at all times.
No ammo? You're screwed.

Rule #3
When in doubt run, you'll thank yourself later.

Time for another run for supplies, it's Sunday morning, the day I write in my journal at least three new rules on how basically I survived so far in this hellhole of a world. The world went to shit about three years ago now, pretty sure at least. I've been keeping track of the days and I'm doing a decent job at it. At age thirteen, I was left to myself and now at sixteen I've learned to enjoy the peace and quiet. At the moment, I'm living in this nice upper middle class house in Georgia and I've been staying here safely for about a year now. The coolest feature about this house is that they have a pool which is secured by the fenced in yard from the damn zombies which is fun to swim in whenever I feel like it.

So, my typical non-Sunday day goes like this; I wake up in a huge comfy king sized bed only to get up and snipe the few zombies lurking outside of the house from the top window or roof. I haven't had to do this that often, only when a new herd of those suckers come in. Sure the sound brings them in from time to time but nothing I can't handle. My situation is probably the best it can get for it being the freaking zombie apocalypse though, so I can't complain about having to shoot them .

Anyways after a few kill shots to the head, I make my way downstairs to cook up whatever I can for breakfast. Some mornings I'll have cereal and other days I'll go without breakfast, what can I do about the food shortage after three years? After that, it varies between about five things. If I'm not out of batteries which I really try not to be, I'll watch all the DVDs on my portable DVD player I found throughout the years. It is literally a lifesaver from boredom as well as my portable CD player that I always take with me on runs to keep my spirits up.

If I'm not feeling like watching a movie or tv series, I'll read or write in my journal, coming up with new rules or just doodling in it. If all else fails and I'm feeling safe enough I'll go swimming in their inground pool. That fence was a lifesaver because the zombies never attack at it and even if they would I have enough ammo to shoot them since I've been searching and hoarding ammo all this time. There problem solved, no more creepy things lurking around while I try to relax.

Whelp, that's my day in a nutshell. Quite boring for anyone that were to record my life, but hey, watching 80's movies all day is a pretty nice day for me. It's way better than being attacked by a zombie which I risk happening on Sundays,, like right now.

Currently, I'm on my weekly run for food, drink, entertainment, and other necessities. Earlier before I left, I made sure to take my CD player, a gun with it fully loaded, and I would have had my knife if I didn't realize I forgot it halfway to the stores. I'll be fine, I've made it this far haven't I? I wouldn't have to go out every week if I only got food and drink but I'm really bad on setting my priorities for things considering I go to the bookstore and DVD/CD store first. What can I say? I love movies and music with all my heart, no zombie apocalypse is going to change that about me. So I traveled to both stores, which are only about a ten to fifteen minute walk from my house, and picked five new books and ten new CDs and DVDs. Honestly, I'm just slowly sweeping the whole place with both stores but I need to leave room for food or I'd take more every week. For food, I go to dollar stores and basically places close by the neighborhood that have canned and boxed foods. Today I scored a bunch of cereals, Scooby Doo fruits snacks which are like ambrosia to me during these times. Along with that, I also got some cookies, peanut butter, mixed nuts, pasta, and a few other things. All of it is pure carbs and sugar but that's all you need to survive. Also in those stores I try to find as much toilet paper and tampons or pads that I can. I really need to write a rule about that because you don't think about it before it's too late and that's never a fun time.

After filling up my backpack and switching CDs to Nirvana, I walked home jamming out, not having a care in world about what could happen to me right now. Nirvana did that to a person, just rock out and not give a crap. I sure as hell wish I could feel like this all the time.

I finally made it back to my "home" ready for nice swim but before that, I noticed that the door was open. Damn it, please don't tell me I just let zombies into my house. I don't want the smell everywhere. See my priorities are not straight, as you can tell but neither am I. Bi jokes gotta love them. Anyways, I didn't really want to waste bullets on these freaks, plus blood splatter everywhere, so for whatever reason I grabbed a frying pan. It was the first thing I saw once I entered through the kitchen and since I left my knife up in my bed there was no way I was getting that without running into them. This will work nicely, I hope.

As I slowly made my way through the house, I heard rumbling upstairs. Great, damn zombies near my bed most likely. I walked up the steps trying my best not to make the floor creak, getting a better grip on the frying pan. As I turned the corner, I wasn't thinking at all, I saw a figure and I swung, knocking out someone as they fell to the ground. Probably wasn't my best move but all things considered, it could have be a zombie and I would still be alive with my nifty frying pan.

"Oh shit, now you really did it Bonnie," I whispered to myself as a boy no older than fifteen laid there on the ground. He wore a blue flannel and some kind of sheriff's hat. I flipped him over so he was facing stomach up as I took the gun out of his holster unloaded it completely of ammo and placed it back where it belonged. "Please don't be dead. I'm not that strong to kill someone with a freaking frying pan," I started panicking, I've never killed anyone that wasn't already undead. Okay, that's a lie, but I've never killed someone without reason. I bent down next to him feeling for a pulse and luckily there was one. "Oh thank god," I sighed in relief letting him lay there while I grabbed my knife from my dresser. It's lucky I didn't have this or that boy would have taken a pretty stab to the head. As I walked back towards him, he finally came to and I guess once he regained his memory of what happened he quickly reached for his gun, stood up, and point it at me as I did the same with him. He doesn't know that I've unloaded it and if he dare pulls that trigger, why, I don't know what I'll do with him.

"Did you just hit me with a frying pan? Why?" He asked confusion as he looked me in the eyes with full intent, from the look on his face, that he would shoot me.

"Hell yeah I did, I thought you were a zombie and no way am I getting bit by one of those in my home," I replied still holding my gun up as he took a step towards me.

"You live here, all by yourself?" He questioned his eyes softened but he still held his gun up to me.

"Yeah, what's it to you? You're by yourself aren't you?"

"No, now how about we both put the guns down now. I don't want to hurt you. Put the gun down and we can talk. Name's Carl Grimes," he stated as he held up his hands and placed the gun on the table next to him.

"Alright, I'm glad we didn't have to actually waste bullets, plus I emptied yours so you weren't hurting me. Anyways, Bonnie Dixon nice to meet you," I smiled at the reaction on his face as he knew I have already outsmarted him.

Bonnie: 1

Carl: 0