Walker? or Zombies? (Walking Dead Game x Strong OC)

Chapter 5: Hunting

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Months later, in the woods.

Two birds can be seen on top of the tree branch in peace, chatting.

Then suddenly, two wood arrows came and killed the birds in one shot.

"Mark, go take the bird."

A man with glasses looks at the person who shot the bird with a surprised face and says, "Did you just..."

"Just take the bird, and we will hunt more; question later." The person who shot it is Zack with a DIY bow that he created using metal and wood.

"Y-Yeah, sure," The guy named Mark quickly ran toward the bird and grabbed one.

"How many more do we need?" Lee, who is standing behind Zack, asks how many more to hunt for the group ration.

Zack looks behind Lee, and he can see they have already caught 3 birds and 4 rabbits.

"Like I said, we need to add the dry meat. We can't rely on the supplements we can find in the town, so this will be the perfect meal." Zack replied as Mark was back with the two birds in his hands. "Come follow me. We need to find fresh water."

"Man... Zack... you are surely something," Mark said as he hung the dead birds on his belts.

"If I something, why don't you be anything? Survival is a skill we need right now, so when you find another group, I hope you know what to do." Zack replied with a harsh and annoying tone, which made Mark feel slightly guilty.

Zack walked away to find the freshwater as Lee sighed and petted Mark on his shoulder while saying, "Hey, don't take it to the hearts. Just think about the skill you saw and learn it; maybe you can use it soon. And Zack is a good kid. His words can be harsh, but he means well."

"Y-Yeah, I think you're right. But still, how can he be so professional about this? I mean surviving, crafting, heck, he's also good at fighting!" Mark yelled, but he quickly quit when he saw the stare come from Zack.

"No, Yelling..." Zack said with narrow eyes.

"S-Sorry..." Mark replied, getting scared of the 12-year-old kid.

Lee sighed while following Zack with Mark beside him.

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A few minutes later, Zack and the others were already collecting freshwater from a huge bottle on each of them.

"I don't understand why we need fresh water if we still have the water from the sink?" Mark ask.

"For safety, who knows what or where the water came from when no one maintains the water pump and filter? So I chose the freshwater that came from the river, which is full of stone and filters most of what the water sink can't right now because, in survival, we didn't want anyone to get sick and be a burden." Zack replied as Mark nodded in understanding.

"So, we good?" Lee asks as Zack nods.

"Yeah, we got evey-" Zack's words paused when three of them heard a scream.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!"

"The hell is that?" Lee said as he was guarded with a rifle in his hands.

"That's not a walker, right?" Mark asks, getting scared.

"No walker can scream, at least not yet..." Zack replies as he dashes toward the sound with a smirk, wishing an abnormal zombie to kill.

"Zack!" Lee calls the boy's name, and he and Mark run, following the boy.