Sam's POV
I hate pissing in the woods. It was one thing when you were a kid on a camping trip, but doing it every day is absolutely revolting. When I do have to take a piss, I think about luxuries I no longer have. Toilet paper, a nice clean seat, and especially a door that locks.
I used to have those luxuries until the world went to shit. Six months ago, a virus started sweeping the planet. They called it "Virus A" but nobody calls it that. It's fast spreading and turns you into, well, to be frank, a zombie.
Now, world governments are hanging on by a thread. The country has mostly absolved into anarchy. I've heard that other countries are doing better, but have completely isolated the U.S. We are on our own. I'm on my own.
My family died two days after my twentieth birthday. So I'm on my own now, camping in the wildness around our small town in Upstate New York keeping a low profile.
I'm quite fine on my own, being alone means I'm safe, and keeping myself alive is the only thing that matters to me currently.
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An Apocalyptic Pack
RomanceTwo former chemistry partners reconnect. The only problem? It's the zombie apocalypse and they are on the run for their lives. A temporary alliance to reunite with family, but what happens when feelings get in the way? ...
