this is all crazy. the only thing going through my mind is that one thought. im walking down a highway with those.. things guts all over me. its disgusting. the smell, the texture, just the over all concept of having people who used to be , well, PEOPLES guts smeared all over me. everything hurts. my head. my stomach. my legs. my arms. its all so confusing. what caused this outbreak? was it the goverment? is this a sick joke? maybe to get the world population down? the whole thing makes me want to throw up, like i havent already after seeing my family getting mauled right infront of my eyes. well, my mom atleast. my sister was out with her friends and im worried she has.. turned. they got my mom. im alone. except these things walking beside me, ill try to be as quiet as possible but i never know. im walking like ive rolled my ankle or something. theres cars everywhere and ive half a mind to get in one and drive away, even tho im only 12, i can barely drive a bike. but i guess with this whole thing happening im gonna be learning alot of stuff on my own. i hope not on my own atleast. im praying to whatever is out there i find a group, even one person for fucks sake. im scared for myself. im scared for whoever is out there. i think i see a camper van over there, i might bunker over there until i know what im doing. i can see a figure on top of it but i bet its one of those things. maybe if i break the car window i can get glass and fight back. i hope its not those... zombies? monsters? whatever they are.
boom boom shakalalka
what the fuck. both the things beside me just.. got shot?. i look ahead and see the person aiming their gun towards my way. in an act of desperation, i throw my hands in the air.
" FUCK OFF NO "
" what the fuck.. "
his face went from worried to confused. he climbed down the camper van and walked up to me, holding his gun ready to fire.
" who are yo- "
he cut himself off and mumbled under his breath
" its a kid.. "
he looks shocked. probably wondering how a kid was smart enough to know to smear guts all over herself. he shouted for his group, but more a quiet shout, most likely so the things didnt hear and get drawn closer. his group came running, but from the amount of preparation, i dont think a group that small, around 4 people including this old man could be this, you know, prepared. there was twos kids and two adults , not including santa claus over here.
" who are you kid? " the one with the stubble beard shouted
" im lucky. who are you? adam sandler? "
" what type of name is lucky? is that like a nickname or your birthname? "
the one with dark brown, almost black hair stated.
" i cant tell whether your genuinely asking or insulting me " i said
" both. " the girl said with barely any emotion in her face.
" its a birthname. why who are you? "
" im vic. "
" nickname id assume? "
" well no, my real name is vics vapour rub. " vic exclaimed sarcastically
" haha very funny. i assume victoria or viccy? " i said, confused and sarcastic
" its victoria knight. " she said
" ooo is your dad a solider or something? " i laughed
" no. shut up 'lucky', what parent would name their kid lucky? "
" alright knight, whatever you say. anyways, moving on, is there any more people in this group? or? " i asked
" yeah. they are on a run. " vic answered
" what the fucks a run? i get you need to be athletic for this.. outbreak, but i dont think its the time. "
" ugh you really need filled in, don't you? "
" ooo what way? " i said jokingly, winking
" just get on top of the bunker and help dale out, we will all introduce ourselves later at night. " vic explained
" oh i thought he was santa, well, sure. " i climbed the bunker, wondering who these people where.
