Surviving the apocalypse with my creep neighbour Gregg

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"Mum! I said I'll do it!" I yell. I run to the front door. I see her standing by the door, smiling. "Were you really going to go mum?" I questioned. She laughs a little. "What? Ofcourse not. You've alway volenteer to." She replied with a chuckle. "You go have fun"

Fun? Seriously? With Greg? Impossible. I roll my eyes and smile. "Whatever mum. I'll be home soon" I leave the house but before I could step outside she handed me my knife and gun and hugged me tight. I smile and hug her back. She hates seeing me leave, it's how dad went. I kissed her forehead and left the house. "See you soon mum" I said as I left. She just smiled and waved as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Greg may be our neighbour but he fucking lives so far away. Me and my mum live on a farm with lots of land. We try to use as much land as we can for crops, but the crops keep getting troddled on. We need better fencing and better security but not too secure or else we may be trapped if something happens. I'll try to find some shops laterz I know I'm not allowed in the town but some rules must be broken, right?

I finally get to Gregs house. His land is even less protected than ours. No fencing, few keep our signs. For someone who has lasted so long he's not very smart. Maybe that's how he's lasted so long. I walk over to the house. Broken windows, house made of wood, which is probably rotting; suits Greg well. I walk up the steps, they creak and groanz just like Greg. I hesitate before knocking on his door.

*Thump* *Thump* *Thump*

The door slowly cracks open lightly. He opens the door. I smell something awful escape his house. My eyes tear up and go blury for a second, my lungs struggling to breathe. "Come in" He muttered. His breath wreaked of something to say. He drags me in and shuts the door behind me. He mutters something but I can't hear him. My heart is too loud, it's like it's trying to escape my chest. He shoves me towards the living room, or as I call it his dying room.

Instincts take over and I do as he wants. I'm too scared to see what'd happen if I don't. I call this room the dying room for many reasons? He has animal heads all over the walls, his favourite seeming to be deer, boars and bears. He also has a rub made out of a bear as well as many sheepskin blankets on the couches. Even the clock seems to be made out of some sort of animal.

"Sit" He muttered. I wuickly walked over to the couch and sat awqwardly looking at him. He's not a pretty sight but I'd rather look at him than me not looking at him; And he then disappears, which would make me much more terrified than I am now.

"What do you want?" He says. His tone deep and croaky. My brain froze for a moment. Is that a trick question? Do I answer? Oh god I forgot what I'm doing here. "What are you doing here?" He saysneith a more serious tone. "Did your mother send you?"