The Mini Badass

Chapter 1

The first two walkers I killed were my parents.

They were sick at the start, infected. It was horrible. Fever, shakes, bad cough. I did what I could to try and help them but I couldn't.

My dad died first but mom wasn't long after.

I tried over and over to call for help only for silence on the other end.

The one call I did get though was from my uncle, who explained everything and told me to meet him at my grandma's house.

As I was packing some things into a small bag I heard groaning from my parents room.

I ran to their room, I thought they might still be alive, they weren't.

The moment I opened that door I knew I was an idiot. My mom came at me first, she grabbed my shoulders while she tried to bite me.

I managed to shove her off before running to the living room and grabbing my dad's prize possession. His shotgun.

I was sobbing as my undead parents got closer, but I didn't have a choice. My mom went down first, followed by my dad in the same living room we were all watching Disney movies in a month prior.

The shots drew the attention of the nearby walkers, who were now pounding on the door to my childhood home.

So I ran, I ran out the backdoor to my grandmas, just like my uncle told me and I waited.

Two months.

I waited two months.

He never came.

I was completely alone for a while at the start, but I soon found company in Morgan and Duane Jones. They took the house next to me and we've been helping each other survive since.

I started going on runs soon after the Jones moved in. I didn't need to but I couldn't just sit with my thoughts.

One day I came back covered in blood.

It wasn't mine but I think Morgan had a heart attack when he saw me.

The Jones' and I were close, Duane and I were basically siblings. We cried with each other about our parents.

His mom was bitten and turned and neither of them could put her down and, I don't blame them for it.

Todays run wasn't much different from the others. I have my list of things the Jones' and or I need.

I had hit the stores I needed to and was walking back when I saw him.

A man. He was dressed in nothing but a hospital gown and a bandage wrapped around his stomach and he was sitting outside one of the houses.

Duane saw him too and came out of his house with a shovel. 

The man was more focused on the walker that was approaching him to notice Duane behind him.

Hospital man turned his head just to be smacked with Duane's shovel.

I turned my attention to the walker that was quickly getting close to my friend only for a gunshot to send it to the ground.

Morgan's standing on his porch with a gun in his hand.

We both run towards Duane and the man.

"He say something?" Morgan asks his son as we get closer. "I thought I heard him say something."

"He called me Carl." Duane tells us, while gripping his shovel so hard his knuckles turn white.

I kneel down next to the man who's bleeding from his nose.