My first instinct is to protect the dog, so I grab Yukon and push him into the woods. I roll to the left, anticipating a bullet. No more shots, but I know the gunman is there. I jump to my feet and dive head first into the woods, rolling to my feet. I run after Yukon. Another gunshot, the bullet close to my head. They've got a good shot, but not good enough. I weave through the trees, desperate to stay alive.
"Stop moving and let me kill you!" They yell in a low voice. It's a man, doesn't sound that old. Twenties probably.
Like I'm just gonna stop running and die without trying.
"I'm not going down so easy!" I shout back and keep moving, skidding from side to side so he can't get a good shot.
"Stop! Stop, please!" He calls, no more bullets flying at me.
"Why?!" I yell at him, worried if I do he'll blow my head off.
"You're," deep breath. "Not," another deep breath. "One of them."
Did he mistake me for being part of a gang? Maybe they killed his people, yeah that sounds right. Things like that happen, I know because I played The Walking Dead. I played a lot of zombie video games in preparation for this apocalypse. Not that I thought it would happen for real.
"Who are you?" I ask, grabbing Yukon by the collar and pulling him behind a tree.
"Zack." He's too honest, too trusting. I'm still debating whether or not it's a trap. Just in case I grab my pistol and load it.
"Why did you shoot at me and my dog, Zack?" I don't give away our names and grip the gun with both hands.
"I thought... You looked like one of them."
"Them who?" I peek out from behind the tree, shocked to see him sitting on a tree stump only five yards away.
"The people who killed Tundra, and I wasn't shooting at your dog. I'd never kill a dog." He tells me, and I'm not sure if he's really a nice person or just pretending to be.
I walk out from behind the tree and point the gun at him.
"Who's Tundra?" I ask.
"Whoa, calm down. I'm unarmed." He puts his hands up.
"Give me your bag and empty your pockets." I order.
Zack throws me his bag, pulling various items out of his pocket and tossing them to me.
"Who's Tundra?" I ask, motioning for Yukon to guard Zack while I dig through the bag.
"My horse, Tundra was my horse." He looks down, voice full of sadness.
"You're a farm boy? That explains the choice of clothes." I look at his dirty blue flannel shirt, jeans, and riding boots.
"You don't like my style?" He asks.
"It's not appropriate for the zombie apocalypse. If we come across a clothing shop I'll pick out a better outfit that you can move and actually run in." I reply.
"So we're a team now?" He asks.
"You're a good shot, I don't want you on my bad side." I reply and pull out his rifle. I inspect it and hold my eye up to the sight. If I was to use this I'd be pulling the trigger with my left hand.
"You're a lefty?" I look at him.
"Yeah." He says, running a hand through his messy black hair.
I put all of his stuff back in the bag and look at the pocket items. Pack of almonds, phone, kitchen knife, and a credit card.
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