Emily, Christine, and I had been holed up in the Walmart, waiting for the zombies to go back into dormancy so we could take our shopping cart and escape, we'd invited Emly to come back with us. I wanted to check how the zombies were doing, and walked out of the saferoom. I saw the zombies had gathered to the center of the room, when suddenly I was grabbed from behind, and I jumped. "Emily, don't do that!" But it wasn't Emily, it was a zombie. I reached into my pocket for a knife, and realized I didn't have it. Suddenly, the zombie bit my throat and I started to pass out.
I woke up from my nightmare, sweating like a firefighter. Emily heard me, and woke up. I explained to her my dream, and she told me she'd stay up with me. She was actually really pretty, but I know how ugly I am and how much she'd laugh if I told her that. It was nice to have a conversation about life, but I started to realize that all the people in my stories were either dead or worse... It was really hard to carry on, especially knowing that nothing could ever return to normal. After all the people that died, the dead that had been killed. My life had been tougher before the apocalypse, and it was nice that noone knew my story, so no-one could judge me. It may be terrible, but all the death actually made my life better.
We talked all night, until morning, and when we saw sunlight, Christine, Emily, and I decided to walk to The Compound. After a while of walking, Christine began to become fatigued, so she needed to rest, so she sat in the shopping cart and Emily and I grabbed her food and water to sustain her until she could be mobile again. After a granola bar and a bottle of water, she was ready to head out towards The Compound once again. We hadn't seen many zombies for a while, but if we did we were terribly imprepared for them. There was plenty of 2x4 boards left over from the construction sight, though, and a few nails could easily be hammered straight through to make the board a much deadlier tool. We were close to The Compound, we started to slow down. It had taken us about an hour to walk to the compound, but it was really an uneventful day, besides my nightmare. After I had been talking to Emily for a while at the store,
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The Survivors
HorrorThe year is 2014. In June, a virus was accidentaly created in a laboratory, that destroyed all nerve cells in a person's brain, and basically created a copy of them that was trained by nature to kill. The virus couldn't be stopped, and was easily tr...
