Joining His Survival Group (A 10k/ ZNation Fanfic) Book 1

Zombie Apocalypse

I was alone when the zombie apocalypse hit.

I lived in New York at the time. I was only 16 when it happened.

Ring!!

I was so excited to be getting out of school. I walked home by myself, as I usually did. I only live a block from the school so I wasn't much of a walk.

I unlocked the front door and headed straight for my room. It was my favorite place to be, besides in the kitchen where the food is.

I laid my bags on my bed and sat at my desk. I have a project due tomorrow and I really need to work on it.

BOOM

I shot up from my chair and looked out the window. People were running up and down the street. There were people eating each other.

Only one thing this could be-- ZOMBIES.

I headed toward my fathers office, where he kept all of his weapons and where I kept my crossbow. (I have a crossbow because I used to do archery when I was younger and I upgraded to a crossbow.)

I had watched every single horror movie that ever had to do with zombies so I know how to survive. Well at least I thought I knew how to survive. And boy was I wrong.

It's been two almost three years now. I've learned to not trust a lot of people. People are worse than zombies nowadays.

I try my best to keep myself low key. I don't draw attention to myself. I try to save as much bullets as I can, so I mainly kill silently with a knife or something of that sort.

I have two little guns, I'm not very good with name brands because I didn't use guns before the apocalypse, and two machine gun things. I also have my silent weapons which include three knives, my crossbow, and an axe.

I keep one knife in each of my boots, and one in a holder in my belt loop. My two small guns are placed in their holders on both sides of my waist. Then I also have a holder for my crossbow which just straps around my arm, even though I usually put my crossbow along with my machine gun and axe into my duffle bag.

I have two bags. My backpack holds my canned foods, snacks, litters of water, personal stuff like deodorant, perfume, pads, tooth brush, tooth paste, extra clothes, and also pictures of my family, and a first aid kit.

My duffle bag holds my crossbow, arrows for my crossbow, my two machine guns, an axe, and bullets for all my guns. I have around 450-500 bullets for each gun. (My dad was always prepared for the worst.)

Z's at this point had gotten really bad. I am only at the bottom of New York. Mainly because I refuse to use a vehicle because they are too loud.

Honestly, I have no idea where I am going. I just know that I'm not staying in New York. One: because it's cold. Two: because my family died here.

I had been walking for days without stopping. I didn't want to stop either. I hardly same across Z's on this road so I kept at it. All day and all night.

It was nighttime now. Around 8 I believe. Lights shown through the darkness. By this time my legs were hurting so badly that I couldn't outrun the vehicle.

As I said before I don't trust people.

I pulled out my small gun just in case. I was panting when they drove beside me because I was out of breathe.

"Hey, need a ride?"

They looked sweet. A man was driving with a lady in the passenger seat and a weird man sitting in between them. He had spots all over him. In the back was a older man, around 40-50, a red headed girl, and a blonde boy, both looked a little older than my age which is almost 19. And standing up in the bed of the truck was a dark headed boy with very pale skin.

I didn't say anything just nodded. Then I hopped in the bed of the truck with the dark headed boy. He looked around the same age. He wore a camouflage shirt with cargo pants and had a very big gun. He then hit the side of the truck letting them know they could go.

I sat, still with my gun in my hands, and faced the boy. He never said anything just kind of looked the opposite way of me.

"Hi," I finally spoke in a quiet manner.

"Hi," he answered shyly.

"I'm Paige. And you are?"

"10K."

"10K? But that's not a name."

"It is. It's my name."

"Well does it have a meaning?"

"That's how many zombies I plan to kill." He smiled lightly but in a very cute manner.

We didn't speak after that but I did catch myself look over at him and smile. He never saw me do it though.

We stopped at some places then and there. Mainly to let Murphy, the weird looking guy, pee. So far I could tell that Murphy was an ass.

The man around the age of 30 was Garnett. The African-American woman was Warren. The older 40-50ish man was Doc. Addy was the red headed girl and her boyfriend, the blonde boy was Mack. And of course I already met 10K.

These people seemed really nice. But I was always cautious just in case they turned out to be some weird ass people, like cannibals or some crazy shit like that.

I honestly hoped they weren't. Because if they turned out to be I would probably kill them. Well the weak ones. Warren, Addy, and 10K are strong and clever. I don't think I'd be able to kill them unless I had a lucky shot.

Plus, I mean, who would want to mess up 10K's lovely face?