I don't know how long it's been since it's all started. I don't know where I am. And lastly I don't know if I'll make it out alive.
Mother, Father, siblings......thats all gone, memories.
My job, my home, my friends.....just a dream.
And lastly the humane world is dust.
I've been walking on a clear road path for a mile and it only keeps going.
My cloths tattered, my skin bruised, whipped and numb from my wounds.
Yet I still feel the stinging pain in my leg from a bullet shot maybe more.
Then every time I look down my eyes slowly go into a chant of sleepiness.
I loose myself in my quiet thoughts that pain my head, and I see them on the floor, as I await.....I await to become one.
I know the end is near and all I ask in my head for is a second to last longer, I don't know what I await for but I ask for anything else then what I've been through or becoming one.
I have been raised a catholic but I came to a point where I don't believe in God but in this moment of weakness you'll want to make you're self believe anything.
So as I walk I pray, I recite all the prayers I can remember and I keep moving forward.
I start seeing cars broken down and a wooden fence.
It looks inhabited, the wood put up on a wire fence.
"Travelier Motel" was the arrow sign pointing to a run down area.
It was quiet, maybe there wasn't anyone here.
This was it, maybe a place to rest, or get back to a stable position.
I walked towards the dumpsters that perfectly blockaded the entrance from them, then I tried to push them with no luck, I was too weak.
I stumbled helplessly on the dumpsters with a loud thud that echoed in the quiet woods.
"Show yourself or I'll shoot" I heard a strong angry woman's voice.
I couldn't move, great I was going to die at least without becoming one of them at least.
"I said to show yourself, were not playing games! Now come out!" She screamed again.
"I'm a cop" I tried screaming at the top of my lungs, but my throat was horde and my head throbbed.
"That doesn't mean shit, now come out or I'll Shoot" she repeated.
"I'm injured! I just need..... I need a place to to rest" I said with a cracked voice.
Then my body gave up.
My eyes started to drift off as a dark talk and well built man and a angry woman with a rifle moved the dumpsters aside.
My body had reached its limits and now I was going to die.
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Hey guys so I decided to yes make another book. This one is based off the walking dead video game series and thought to make a fan fix on the series, so hope you enjoy.
