The Apocalypse

Chapter 2

It was horrifying. People being turned into those...things...They were vicious. Seeking human flesh. They would get it. Unless you run fast enough. Bill and I ran. We first hit my house. I grabbed my M4 Carbine, and Desert Eagle. And a couple suppressors and ammo mags. Then we hit Bills. He got his bow and arrows, and food, water, and medical supplies. We hid in his basement for the next two weeks eating rations, drinking water, and reading book on making guns, forges, and makeshift armor. We stayed there. Not knowing what to do when we needed to leave. We doubted there would be many survivors.
"We need to go, Bill." Said Peter. "We can't. The things... They will kill us..." Bill said. "We have a bow, M4, Carbine, and Desert eagle,. Guns silenced. We will fight back. We need to hit what's left of the buildings here." Peter said. "Let's go then" Bill said, quietly.
It was like a living nightmare. Buildings half destroyed, blood in the streets. You name it.
"Let's go to Walmart first. Lots of food." Bill suggested. "sure." Peter said. They took bikes. They arrived at Walmart and walked inside, guns loaded, laser sights on, ready for what's coming.
Blood. Lots of blood. Bill almost threw up at the sight of dead people (not Zombies),  at the sight of the Zombies, they fired. They hit the canned foods first, getting the necessities. Then water? The decided that they would get bottled water instead of the large dasani packs'. Bill went to hit the medicines, killing Zombies as he crossed them. He got bandages, morphine, and painkillere,.
Peter was in charge of weaponry. He got himself an acog for his M4, some ammo, and arrows.
Fifteen minutes later, they met up at the parking lot. "What did you find? Asked Bill. " Ammo, acog, and arrows. You?" Peter said. "On just bandages, morphine, painkillers. Nothing special." bill replied. "We should find a good place to crash. How bout the motel down the road?" Asked Peter. "Sounds good." said Peter.
   The motel was filthy. The walls were torn up, sheets reeked, and the place was in general was not that good. Bill took the bottom floor, while Peter took the top. Sure enough, there were Zombies. To slow for them though. "I think I'm getting the hang of this." Admitted Peter. He had this strange feeling they were being watched. Bill took the room across from Peter's. Once Peter got settled, he pulled out his phone and turned it on. Sixty two percent. He decided to use it to try to call anyone. Only one answered. Bill. "Hey man, this room is giving my the creeps. It smells like a bag of crap too." Peter said. "This one had four Zombies in it.be glad you aren't me. Bill said.
An hour passed it was only four ó clock. Peter decided to load his mags with the ammo. Another hour passed. He was getting hungry. He went over to Bills place, to get some food and a beer. As he ate, he heard rustling from outside. Probably a Zombie. He thought. He looked outside, but saw nothing. " that's strange." Peter thought.
That night, Peter went outside. He walked around the parking lot. He was thinking. What is going to happen when or if this does end? How long will it take to rebuild whats left of soceit-
His thoughts were cut short when he felt the barrel of a gun pressed against the back of his head. "One word and you're dead" someone behind him said.