(y/n) is a child who was born in a dead world. The world is dead and hell is crowded letting the dead rise from their graves, all he knows is a bunker, a destroyed city, other survivors and the flesh-eating zombies.
During a search for supplements a...
Far from the city the loud roar of engines was heard, a group of motorcycles rode aimlessly, their purpose never changed since the apocalypse. Freedom, they were free, they ran in all directions and everywhere, their only concern was to survive the zombies and have enough resources to continue their journey.
A lone zombie staggered along the road, looking for anything that would satisfy its never-ending hunger. A motorbike passed by him, then a few more passed, he tried to grab them, but he was too slow, he barely finished turning around when a machete decapitated him. The motorcycle joined the others, its driver laughing with his companions as he raised his weapon in celebration.
Motorcyclist: CITY IN SIGHT COMPANIONS.
(Y/n) pov
(y/n) mind:Okay, I just have time to look for a way out and get it. The door is locked. And we are on the 3rd floor. Think (y/n) think. Maybe I can try to break down the door, but if Annie sees it I could get in trouble for that.
I was getting mad about it, if I don't hurry she'll come back and see me untied and know she was trying to get away. Whether she's my mother or not, I don't know what she can do when she gets mad.
I heard a loud roar of engines coming from outside. I took a look out the living room window and saw some weird people, they wore black leather clothes with fire designs along the coat. They were fighting a few zombies with machetes, katanas, baseball bats and two had guns.
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(y/n):Hey, help please.
They saw me and were talking to each other until a bearded man yelled at me.
Bearded Man: Hey kid, what are you doing out there by yourself, did you forget there are zombies around here?
(y/n): Please help me, there's a zombie that trapped me here.
Gang: heheheHAHAHAHAHAHA
Bearded man: Hahaha, did a zombie trap you? We are not idiots to fall into such a stupid trap.
(y/n): It's no joke that I'm locked in here. Please help me.
The man scratched his beard a little and had a brief conversation with the other gang members. After a while I lost hope, until he turned around and started talking to me again.
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