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March 5, 2025
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Y/N's POV
I stand panting in front of my burning house with my father's glock 17 in my hand. It all happened so quickly. Just half an hour ago I was planning to go out with friends, but then this guy came to us with a bite mark on his hand. He wanted help.
It's not like I will miss this house. The only person I will slightly miss is my stepsister, Brooklyn. She wasn't like her parents, she actually seemed to like me, but she wanted to stay inside, there wasn't much I could do.
The entire street was empty, shots could be heard in the distance. I decided to run to my neighbors' house and hide there.
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After 15 minutes I heard a knock on the door.
???: Hello? Is anyone here?
I moved closer to the door, readying my gun.
Y/N: Who are you? Are you one of the monsters?
???: Can these monsters talk? Let me in!
Y/N: How can I trust you?
???: Please, kid! They are getting closer!
I went to the window and saw a group of a dozen or so monsters walking towards the house.
Y/N: Okay, I will let you in, but I have a gun, so don't try anything!
???: Just open the door!
I open the door. The man immediately runs inside, closes the door and blocks it with a chair from the kitchen.
??? (panting): Thanks, kid.
The man looks to be about 20 years old.
Y/N: What are these things outside? One of them attacked me and my... family
Talking about these people as my family makes me want to vomit.
???: I don't know what they are, but I know they were people, I even saw one turn. I call them "walkers".
Y/N: Walkers?
???: Yeah, y'know, because they... walk.
Creative.
Y/N: And who are you?
Markus: My name's Markus. Markus Philips. And you are...?
Y/N: Y/N Rogers.
Markus: Nice to meet you, Y/N. How old are you? You don't look old enough to live here alone. Where are your parents? Are they...?
Y/N: I'm 9, and yeah, they are dead.
Markus: Shit, I'm sorry.
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