Survival Of The Fittest || 5SOS

Chapter 1

shit.." I whispered to myself as I examined the cut on my collar bone. The skin was peeled and crimson blood was oozing out. Mud and bits of stone was stuck in the cut, too deep for me to reach without stretching the wound further. Various of other cuts and scrapes were scattered around it. A few on my neck, others down my arm and chest. But this was by far the worst.

I sat down on a log and put my ruck sack down next to me as I rummaged through to find my medical equipment I had found in an old hospital a couple months ago. I pulled out some tweezers and a cotton bandage with bandage tape. It's not much and probably won't help too much but it'll hold up nicely until I find some stitches and disinfectant.
I grabbed the tweezers and used them to pull out some of the bigger stones to prevent further infection. After I was satisfied, I got a big piece of cotton and taped it to the wound, wincing as the tape teared at other parts of scraped skin.
It was starting to get late. The sun had gone down and it wasn't going to take long before it was too dark to see.
I got up and put my rucksack back on, hissing at the feeling of the heavy material rubbing on my fresh wound. Night wasn't my most favourite part of the apocalypse. It was very dangerous and had the most highest chances of getting bitten.
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I had walked around five or six miles and it was fully dark. The blood from my wound was showing through my white vest top meaning that the blood had not yet stopped. It was tiring me out and it definitely wasn't good loosing this much blood. I couldn't stop here though. I had to find somewhere safe to spend the night.

Although the odds were definitely not in my favour as the slow, throaty grumble from a walker came from behind a tree making me stop dead in my tracks, my hand instinctively on my pistol in my back pocket. As the creature emerged from the woods my pistol was held up to his head and was shot, killing it with one bullet. I sighed as I relaxed my arms and realised how much but shoulder was aching. I turned back around only to see around 12 more walking coming out from behind the trees. I must have attracted them from the sound of a bullet being fired.

I tried aiming again but my arm gave way making my drop my gun a few feet in front of me; just where are walker was. I was trapped and weak, something I always tried not to be. I just stood there, my hand pressed tightly to my wound as my breathing intensified. Just then, the sound of a bullet being fired caught my attention as i saw multiple walkers drop dead. I heard feet running and more gun shots being fired. The people were back. I thought I had lost them by now. I tried to reach for my gun but as I looked up I felt the back of a rifle back me straight in my face making my blank out. Everything was black.