.:Y/N POV:.
I sat there on the sun heated car. Smiling slightly to myself as I leaned back letting my head rest on the hot metal. I pushed my H/L H/C hair out of my face and pushed up my eyepatch, letting my damaged left eye feel the sun. Wincing a touched it feeling the deep green bruise that revealed a criss crossed pattern of light purple veins. After what seemed like a few minutes a started to hear the sounds of moans and groans. Sitting up and flicking my eyepatch down, I seen them. A pair of disgusting rotted corpses running towards me. Their mangled arms stretched outwards as they grew nearer. I sighed, disappointed that my beloved silence was disrupted.
I slid off the car brushing dust off of my short jeans shorts and F/C t-shirt. Grabbing my hunting knife from my homemade holder on my belt I raced towards them. At first up on the car it looked like a man and a woman. But instead it was two men, one with short greyish hair and another with long brown hair. A stopped in front of the man with long hair. As the one with grey hair got closer, growling with every step. I held out my left hand, the one closest to him, holding up my index figure to indicate I was busy. He stopped. And stood there. Before turning away to chase a slow moving squirrel. Through all this time the long haired Z just stood there. Staring. Silent. I stabbed him in between the eye and jogged over to and killed the other. After just a short run I was out of breath. The sun was now directly above me it's bright rays made me feel like I was trapped in a furnace.
"You know it's hot when it looks like the Zs are even sweating," I whispered turning away to walk back to the car.
I climbed onto the roof of my car. Not even two seconds later I jumped off, rubbing my burned butt. I decided to just sit on the ground in front of the car. From this point you could see the whole road ahead, probably because I parked my car in the middle of the road.
You need a group. WE need a group. They listen to you. There is food we can eat in a group. Let me feed. Let me be free...
I shook my head. That voice. I've heard it before. Dry and raspy as if the sound was being made by someone who hadn't had a drink in at least two weeks.
I looked around but I couldn't see anyone. My left eye twitched.
I'm not physical I'm mental. But I can be physical I you let me be free.
My left eye twitched. Oh no.
Let me be free.
"Not again. I'm sorry but I can't let you be free. Or-or, it will happen again," I whispered holding my head with both hands.
I cannot stay quiet for long.
A lone tear fell from my right eye.
I sense...food.
I wiped away the tear. A look of pity washed over my damaged scarred face.
And that's when I saw it.
A big black truck speeding down the road...
Right...
Towards...
Me.
"Turn around now," I whispered.
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Hope ya'll liked the chapter, sorry for it being so long. But oooo is it creepy. Our main protagonist hears voices...in her head? And when will we meet 10k or Y/N's father?
All in the next chapter!
P.S you guys can call me Rya or Ryanna I go by both
