Awakening

Chapter 1

Alone

Alone. That's all I feel. Well, maybe scared. Yeah, scared too. This place wasn't meant for me. I will not let this world make itself meant for me, but I will make myself meant for this world. The start of an epidemic worries people, but they typically didn't turn a world into anarchy. Well, this one did. Zombies everywhere, the last broadcast ever made said that 143,000 people were left on the planet. The last broadcast was 8 months ago. I haven't eaten in ages. In front of me a fire is giving light to a tent made out of white tarp. The inside of the tent was very visible. A sleeping bag and table lay inside it. I stretch my arm while standing up. 15 feet away a stack of logs lay on the green grass. It's hard to tell it was green at this time of day, but when the sun is up it looks beautiful. To grab the logs I use gloves to reduce my chance of getting a splinter; zombies can infect you easier if you have open cuts. After I move a few logs near the fire I extinguish it. The logs will be used for tomorrow's fire. Now, bed sounds nice and I crawl in my sleeping bag.

Tomorrow is here, and I get up and put on my shoes. My goal today is to find food and toiletries. Since a town is about half a mile away, I decide to jog there bringing only an empty backpack and rusty knife that I found on a dead zombie. This way I will have less to carry and get there faster; however, I won't be able to fit much in my backpack. Fortunately, the trip went well, no zombie attacks or human attacks. Below me, I see the town, the hill I am on a is overlooking it. With this advantage I decide to plan a route. Looking, I see a few grocery stores, and I head off. On my way to the first, I hear a familiar groaning and moaning. Trying not to seek attention, I move silently over to the first grocery store. I walked inside and I nearly exploded. The store looked to have barely been looted, as well as there being no zombies in the store.

I grab every can I can and throw it into my backpack. I find a gigantic water bottle case, containing 48 water bottles. It won't fit in my backpack, but if I carry it, then maybe I will be able to make it back with it. I make my decision and take it along. With my knife in my backpack, I move slowly and silent. I reach the bottom of the hill and am preparing for the journey, but when I turn around to take one last look, a zombie is approaching right behind me. I drop my water and dig through my backpack for my knife.

"Ouch" I yelped cutting my finger on the knife. I cut myself on my rusty knife, I have more dangers than an open cut know. I finally find the handle and grab it. As I am about to strike the zombie, a wave of pain hits my cut, and I drop the knife. I still have the momentum and I crash into the zombie. I am on the ground scrambling to get up before it bites or scratches me. I search the floor for my knife and dive for it. I flip on my back and the zombie is hurtling towards me. I hold my knife so that it will go through his brain, and he flies into the knife, his teeth touching my skin, about to bite it. I use the knife to push him out of the way. It happened so fast, and now my face is covered in blood. Not wanting to risk another attack, I avoid going to the river, I can wash up with the water bottles.

It's dangerous having zombie blood on you. Zombies are attracted to it, for they meet up with other zombies to form hordes. Hordes are a zombie's best chance to infect, so using their own blood is how they find each other and make them. That is pretty much the extent of a zombie's brain, I would know because I studied one, my brother.