Authors note:
The song for this chapter is Radioactive, Lindsey Stirling cover. Can't do video on here so you'll have to look it up.
In my mind the main character looks like Chloe Moretz, but with short hair. Again, look it up.
Anyway, I hope you like this chapter and that I get a lot of reads, and FOLLOWERS!!!!
By the way, I will update this story as often as I can.
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3 days.
It's been 3 days since I killed my best friend, Ashley. Saw my boyfriend, Tyler, eaten alive. Wandering aimlessly in the streets, finding what food I could.
My name is Layla. I used to have a normal 15 year old life, until all of this happened.
How did all of this happen? Well, it all started with reports of people eating at this new resturant, and then feeling sick afterwards. They assumed it was just food poisoning, but soon it got serious, and people were sent to the hospital. Hours later, every single one of them died. But later on they started getting up, sprinting after people and eating them alive.
But that wasn't all.The churches put in reports of movement down in the morgue. 6 policemen went down to investigate. None came out. No humans at least.
At first it was just 1, then it was 2, 3, 4, they came pouring out. Rotting corpses running around in a rampage. It was all over the news.
Then they started going around town, invading homes, schools, even gas stations!
I saw some of them go into Ashley's house across the street. She had been feeling sick, and my boyfriend, being her older brother, was taking care of her. I didn't know what to do. So I was an idiot and went over there unarmed, and that's when I saw her.
So that's all that happened. How did I survive this long? Honestly, no idea. I guess they aren't interested in my part of town anymore. I now have only one problem. l'm not finding food as often now.
I know what your thinking. That is your one problem?! Well, considering that it's been 3 days since all of this happened, I'm kind of used to it.I know you may think I'm crazy, but hey, I'm a HUGE zombie fan, so this is what I consider sort of normal. That also means I know what to do to survive, like how running out of food is a VERY bad thing.That means I have to re-locate. Darn it.
Re-locating has a lot of danger to it. First, you have to know if the place your moving to is moderately safe. Second, if the place has easily obtainable food, and third, if you can get to some good weapons.
So here I am, about to step out of my comfort zone. I look around one last time before I leave, but now I see it. My perfect transportation. A Dodge Charger. My dream car. It's even the color I wanted, white! Now I'm running to it, hoping that the keys are still in it. I look inside, the front and back. Nothing and no one. I look in the ignition, and see keys. Yes!
I hop in and start the car, but not before I see a duffel bag in the passenger seat. I open it and see tons of weapons and ammo.Awesome!!!
Now I drive to...... to where? Maybe another small town? I'm thinking of other small towns around here, but then BOOM!
I jump. I look out the passenger window. It's a guy, about 17, maybe 18.
" Let me in! " he says.
I look him over, making sure there isn't any bites. I guess he saw what I was doing.
" I'm not infected. " he says.
I think for a minute before I let him in. He buckles up and looks at me for a minute. I look right back at him.
" How old are you? 13, 14? " he asks.
" 15. " I say.
" Oh. So whats your name? " he then asks.
I think for a minute. Should I tell him my name? Giving names means you get attached, and if you get attached you could end up getting infected for one person. So...... no. No names.
" No names. Just call me....... " I say.
" Pipsqueak? " he says, grinning.
" How about Pip? " I say.
" Sure. " he says.
Silence.
" What about you? How old are you? " I ask after a minute.
" 18, and you can call me....... " he says.
" Bear? " I say. Because he is built like a bear.
" I like that. " Bear says, grinning again.
More silence.
" Can you even drive? " Bear asks.
" Yes. " I say.
" Then let's go! " he yells.
Then we drive off into the sunset........ not.
