Chapter 1; Vacation
Sound sleep, underestimated only a year ago, is a rare treat nowadays. I lay in an abandoned old house in southern Texas sleeping with one eye open, always aware of the threat that can attack at any moment. The threat that usually means death to all that face it, only a few of us survived. Though most of the time it feels like I'm alone in the world, well not alone, lets say the last of my kind.
Let me explain, I say the last of my kind because the threat I mentioned earlier is the Zombie Plague. The Zombies will tear anything with meat to shreds, then they'll eat everything that's left, sometimes even the bones. They wiped out nearly all the human population within a week. A week is all it took for us to turn into a world of blood thirsty beasts. No one knows who really started it, though at the beginning there were accusations thrown everywhere. The first outbreak started in New York City, the biggest and most populated city in the U.S.A. The world went to hell from there, people tried to get away, even those that are infected tried to run. They only succeeded in spreading the virus.
Now back to my unsound sleep. I'm dreaming of being a superhero, flying high above the clouds, when I hear screaming coming towards the house. I jump out of my bed and grab my 30-30 bolt action rifle and look out the window. There's a girl, can't tell how old, running from three zombies holding a combat knife. They aren't far behind her so I load a bullet in the chamber and aim through my old scope. I breath out slowly and pull the trigger blowing the zombies head in two, the rotten flesh and skull easily splattering. I blow the back of the head off the second one when the girl trips at the stairs of the house with the zombie not ten feet behind her.
"Damnit!!" I shout as I grab my machete and jump out the window and stand in front of the girl as the creature reaches the steps. I kick it in the face making it fall back a few feet, it quickly gets back up though but it's too late for it. I swing my blade through its skull. "Ugh I hate these fucking things." I say to myself as the girl gets up looking surprised and happy. "You okay?" I ask as I sheath machete in my homemade leather sheath.
"Yeah, not infected yet." She says in a cute and slightly sarcastic tone. "You probably want to rest, lets get inside, oh and by the way my names Cole." I say in my normal happy tone. "I'm Jenna, and yeah let's get inside, got any food? There ain't a house for at least five miles around here." Jenna asks walking to the door.
I grab us each a venison steak that is still warm from me cooking not even an hour ago I see on my gold and silver watch that I took off of a zombie, it's only nine. "Here ya go." I say as I hand her the steak on a plate with a fork and a knife. "What're you doin running around this time of night? Why weren't you in shelter of some kind?" I ask shoving some steak in my mouth. "A bunch of zombies, twenty maybe, discovered the place I was in, saw the light of the fire I was cooking with and busted through the window. I only had time to grab my pack and my knife before I was running for my life. Lucky the barbed wire fence was there, stopped most of them, except the ones you nailed on my way here, thank god this house wasn't full of more or I'd be a piece of steak right now." She says and starts laughing at the last part and I do too. Her laugh is really cute, she's tall, blonde, kind of pale, and has beautiful brown eyes that don't match her long straight blonde hair. She's pretty scrawny too, probably hasn't eaten in a week if I guessed right.
"How old are you Jen?" I ask not noticing the nickname I had just given her. She smiles and answers with "Only fifteen, what about you?" "Same, what month?" I reply smiling too. "October, you?" She says and my eyes light up. "October! October 14th!" I exclaim happily and excitedly. "God damnit!" She says laughing "October 22nd!" I laugh just as hard as she is.
She looks me up and down. "You look like you're from around here, but where were you from?" I stop laughing and look down "I'm from Michigan, what about you? You don't look like you're from around here." I ask quickly avoiding any conversation about my old home. "I'm from Michigan too, I'm from the thumb, what about you?" She asks trying to get me to talk. Damnit! I think to myself. Guess I'll have to tell her then. "I'm from Grand Rapids, it's near Lake Michigan. If you're wondering why I'm down this far I just don't wanna talk about it, I'll tell you some other time though." I say looking away feeling my stomach tighten just thinking about the horror I went through back there a year ago. We talked for about half an hour more and by then it's nearly ten thirty, then we said goodnight and fell asleep on the floor of that house, my arms longing to hold her.
