McKenzie POV

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As I clutch my knife, half asleep in a large oak tree, I think back to the first night. I don't recall the day or month anymore but I remember how it happened. The time, the place, my parents face as they tell me and my brother to run. It was just us now we were alone, always on the move, Kevin, that's my brother's name and I'm surprised I can even remember his name he now goes by 50k, as in 50 thousand, he always says, " Mac this is how many walkers I will kill."  He is always so sure of himself, but I believe him I mean he is already at 10k. But for me my name is and will always be McKenzie. It reminds me of the past of what keeps me human, we have all forgotten what the word human means. It doesn't just mean alive, it means my mind is clear. That I am not crazy.

As I'm thinking I hear a quiet whisper , " Hey you up . . You think bout mom and dad?"
I hesitate to answer, " Y-yeah, you? " 

I hear Kevin's hoarse, yet soothing voice, "Yeah", I let out a sigh," I'm tired how bout you? "
 I respond almost rudely," Well no dip, I'm tired we've been up for like two days straight!" I say this whispering still. Kevin's voice becomes a bit angry, "Hey be quiet! See you draw in a walker! Crap I can't get a clear shot!" He points his silenced pistol as I quickly pull out the sling shot I've been mastering. Clean shot ,"Bulls eye!" I throw my fist in the air ," Good job!" I and Kevin have been practicing many weapons. I practice the sling shot, bow, sniper rifle, and a small pistol. Kevin takes more to any type of guns including a cross bow ," Alright, let's get some sleep. See you in the morning, night." Kevin says while falling asleep ,"Huh, oh, uh night."  As I say lost in thought while slowly falling asleep .

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