Gen Z

The Search Begins

As I stood there. My world crashing down around me. Reality can be a cruel unavoidable truth sometimes. Heartbreaking almost. Not only is my brother... my poor brother.. looking at me as My gun was  pointed at his head. But theres a fuckin zombie apocalypse.  I know this isnt my brother. or atleast not anymore. if it was he wouldnt be looking at me with such distatste and hunger. However, theres a hint of something more. he looks at me almost... pleadingly. Like he wants to die. i think thats him.. whats was left atleast. So, I took a breathe in and exhaled, my bullet souring thru the air only to be met with the head of my little brother. but let me be clear. this wasnt my brother. In the past maybe wkbut now... not so much.  I look down at his lifeless corpse for a moment the i began searthing for things i may need. I grab a backpack. stuffing it with a knife, a bottle of water, a lighter and math, 2 ham and cheese sandwhiches and a few other things aswell. then i walk out the door.As soon as i walk out the metalic smell of blood hits me.  it looks empty, deserted almost. its unnerving to say the least. but still i prevail. i gotta find jasper.