Zombie Stories: Fan Edition

The Coldest Winter

The frigid air hurt my ears, each step I took was matched with a breath of hot air pushing out into the air in front of me. The snow crunched with every step, it was almost hypnotizing, it was the only noise I could hear. 

My surroundings were covered in white, the winter was relentless this year. Feet upon feet of snow covered everything. Navigating through the streets and any terrain was extremely difficult. But that probably explains why the camp sent me to go, I was the only one that had the best chance of finding a camp of survivors that was spotted further east from ours. 

My eyes were peeled and darting from object to object. There was no movement, I felt like the only one on the road, which was good. The last thing I needed was a run in with a walker or even worse, a group of runners. They were large in numbers, and they only got worse as time went on. 

Since the infection of the country it had been seven months, I felt like the infection was part of my life at this point. At first it was absolutely horrifying, people ripped to shreds by other people. Families were torn apart emotionally as they had to kill their infected family because there was no one else to do it for them. The government had completely abandoned us and they could all be dead for all we know as citizens of the infection. 

I shook the terrible memories and thoughts from my head, the camp was just up ahead. I didn't trust anyone but my group of people, people were savages everywhere, nobody was afraid to kill anybody anymore. I decided to take a turn and go off the road, the snow was up to my knees. I felt myself growing tired as I pushed my legs through the heavy, thick snow. 

After a few minutes of struggling and almost losing my boot, I got to a spot where I could look the camp over. It definitely looked like there was other survivors living there. A fire was going steadily and the smoke climbed towards the sky like the reaching arms of the undead. After a few seconds of looking, a person came out of a run down house. They walked over to the fire, they were trying to warm up. 

I crouched down and forced myself to lay in the snow. I rolled onto my side and slid my bag off of my back. There was binoculars in my bag, I grabbed them and set my sights on the camp. 

"Where did you go?" I said out loud to myself when I realized that the person was now gone. 

I had only taken my eyes off for about five seconds, a wave of nervousness washed over me. I looked the camp over rapidly through the binoculars, there was no movement anywhere. I felt something crawl up my spine when the glint of glass shined through a window. I brought my binoculars over to the shining object. I felt my heart drop immediately when I focused on what it actually was. 

The bullet hit me faster then I could hear the gun fire. A man with a rifle took a shot right at me, no hesitation. The snow in front of me kicked up, covering my face in freezing liquid. I brought a hand up to get it off, but as soon as my hand came down another shot rang out. This time the sniper hit his mark, the bullet hit me in the shoulder. Hot, white pain ripped through my body, I let out a grunt. 

I held my shoulder and started to roll down the hill so he couldn't take another shot at me. I noticed that my bag was still at the top of the hill. I pushed myself to get back up and go for the bag. Both of my legs felt weak. But I still made it back up to sling the bag back over my shoulder. Taking one last look, I noticed that the camp looked alive now. There had to have been about five to seven men running around, looking towards me. 

I felt my blood turn ice cold when they all started to make their way towards me, guns in hand. The sniper in the window saw that I came back and took another shot. He missed this time and I dove down the hill before he got another chance. As soon as I hit the ground, the pile of snow found it's way inside my coat. The coldness took my breath away as I ran for the road.