Poppy Fields (Book 1)- A Zombie Novel

One

It's been a year since the out break. Still amazes you how a few infected chimps and a couple hippies setting them free could do. No one expected it, But it's that how everyone explains it?
The first thing gone was the shops, looted like it was the end of the world. Funny that. If you would ask a person a year and a half ago where they'd go in a zombie apocalypse %90 would say a store of some kind.

Next were the humans, people coming into hospitals with fevers extremely sick. People being bitten and traveling around to scared to have there life taken away from them. The government was to slow to act, the virus only needed a few weeks to infect countries. Then at that point even the military couldn't control it.

It sent panic into the last not infected countries, people being told to stay at home and lock your doors. Of course they didn't do that. People went rampage before the virus hit them, tearing down streets, stealing from each other. No one had any sane part about them anymore. Including me. I was the definition of a teenage 'Boy' I literally thought everything was mine *giggles* i steeled a lot. Sold some- well.... It doesn't matter anymore, that's in the past.

Everyone's scared. Its the plain fear of dying, and as the population thins out more and more and then power shuts off and the food is stopped being made. No one knows how many are out there, how many survivors still fighting each day. And that brings this story to me. A 19 year old girl with a fear of spiders more then zombies, I've been alone for 8 months. The other 4 I spent with my family in a heavy guarded community of people who've never fought or killed a zombie in their life. It was promised to be safe, But a single person screwed everything up. I lost both my farther, mother and little brother that day, escaping with the sheer luck of crow bar.

I've been able to find a secure house all ready barricaded up, Who ever lived here had a good supply of food and some medicine so I'm staying here for the night and looting this place out the for morning. I've only meet 2 other survivors, they were traveling together and neither of us wanted to hurt each other thankfully. So we both went in out separate directions. Survival wise, it can be good or bad to travel in a group. I haven't exactly had the luxury of that discussion. But it definitely gets lonely... And quiet.

I sigh and take a bite from a protein bar I found in the cupboard. What I'd do to have company now... I check for good measure how many bullets I have left, 16 shots... But then again I have my knives. I need to stock up on weapons I think. I look at the picture frame in front of me, A family of five. Probably all flesh eating monsters now.

I eat some more then secure the place one more time before entering a bedroom and locking it. Wrapping the blanket over my red hoodie and settling down for the night.

A blood curtly scream woke me from my sleep. Stupid I pull the blanket off and grab my gun going out the room and peeping through a space in the wood planks which closed off the windows and door. There's a group of five, two girls where huddled together on the ground and another girl and two boys fighting the rather large zombie herd. The girl was still screaming like a lunatic attracting more zombies to join in the fight. There gonna get killed.
"Stupid idiots." I growl under my breath, this could be a good distraction to get out of this house and run while the zombies feast on these people. Or I could run in there and risk my life trying to save there asses. Or, leave them and see what happens and just carry on with the plan of leaving at 8:40 am and not 5:20.. Decisions, decisions... I probably could kill that herd with a couple people's help. But then why risk it, I don't know what these people are like. They might kill me in my sleep and rob me of my guns. It doesn't seem they have any. No, I can't risk it. Feeling a ping of guilt I slowly back away from the gap, my mouth in a line.

You can't just leave those poor people to die~

The voice in my head sang.
"Get out!!?!?" I yell flinging my hands to my head and letting out a short muffled scream. "Get out, get out, get out, get out, your not welcome here, get out of my head"
I chant over and over gain burrowing my face into the coach. No I mustn't trust them, to risky. to many risks. Can't trust.

The ear piercing scream dies off in 20 minutes followed by cries of pain and then silence. I gradually remove myself from my position on the couch taking a look at what it's like outside, nothing but zombies eating the remains of those survivors. Gross.

I had found a piece of sting and started enter twinning it between my fingers making shapes. I use to do this when I was little, surprises me how I remember a lot of them.
God it's boring... I decide to leave later then I had planed, and went in the afternoon along with the Suns heat rays bouncing off of my body.

Theres one place i got in mind to go. If I'm gonna die tomorrow I may as well do some bucket list worthy things today. I grinned a little at myself getting excited, so I quickly get into my Mercedes-Benz G63 AMG 6×6 this baby is at 8,400 pounds in curb weight. putting the keys in the ignition and starting my baby. I've had this car since the beginning and it's never failed me. Farther had been in the military before the outbreak and he swiped it up.

I took out my map in the glove box and opened it. I was currently in a town called Livingstone, ironic.. in southwestern of Montana I hadn't noticed how close we were to the Yellowstone river, I smile to myself and pull out of where my car was parked and started my 3 mile trip.