Running from corpses

One

I ran through the woods jumping over tree roots. I dodged other walkers. Bringing more onto my tail. I cackled with laughter calling them to me. I turn to see all my dead bodies following behind me. What a thrill I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. It was pure euphoria, all the way to cloud hella 9.

"Ooooooh this is life can't you guys feel it." I smiled to my dead followers. Their moaning rotting idiotic faces brought me back to reality. "Oh wait you can't." my expression turning sad. "You guys aren't alive anymore. You're dead you don't feel nothin'. I'm all alone." A single tear dropped from my eye. I quickly sniffed and wiped my eyes with my sleeve.

"Ok now for the fun part."

I shot one in the head with my crossbow. Oh my crossbow was something to be marveled at. It was a black reverse draw crossbow. I haven't seen a crossbow as powerful as mine. It was beautiful. I charged in at the twenty or so walking mindless pieces of humans with a nice big sharp knife. I started to stab and stab and stab. Seeing all the blood and guts just made me want more. I kicked one of the ugly bastard and he toppled three over like dominos. I stabbed things in the eyes, I sliced through skulls, all the while dwindling the numbers. Once I was finished with the standing ones I moved to the four on the ground. They were like turtles on their backs flailing their arms. The growled and moaned at me baring their teeth at me. I kneeled and drove my knife in as hard as I could. I took my time and did it one by one. I leaned against a tree. Time to go home.
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Home as it might be wasn't really anything permanent. I moved everyday. But I never left my real supplies in my camp. I hid them wherever I could find that nobody else would find them. I walked over to a small hollow out stump I found reaching my hand down brushing away the leaves I had covered my bag with. I fished out my backpack and my cloak. It was mid-winter with a decent blanket of snow on the ground. To keep the cold out I wore a long sleeve grey shirt under a nice red and black flannel. And over all that a leather jacket. I buttoned my cloak around my neck. My cloak was made with some Leather, a grey hood off a hoodie, and some rabbit fur from some rabbits I killed. I sewed it all my self my mother taught me sewing before she died. The guys who broke into our house and raped me and her left us there to die on the floor. I was kind enough to stick a kitchen knife into my mother's skull before she turned. The shoulders of my cloak was made of the rabbit fur and the rest was some thin but still warm leather I found. I wore a pair of jeans that I tucked into leather combat boots. I pulled my auburn hair out. It was a long and curled at the end of each strand. I had pale skin and bright green eyes. I buckled my slim backpack under my cloak. I sighed and smiled and trudged through the snow for a shelter tonight.