Chapter ONE

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The consistent pounding on the door was the same every time. Little hands, two sets going at it faster than the larger sets. But still. Pounding and pounding not stopping, i, myself failing to get sleep. Curled up in a ball in the corner of my bed, trying to ignore it. But it haunts me. I hear a crash, and then footsteps. I shrink further into my corner, trying to disappear, then I hear a click and then after, a shot rang out.

Click. Shot.

Click. Shot

Click. Shot.

Then the pounding was gone. I feel hot tears I had held back so I could stay hydrated for a little bit, fell out as if a dam cracked behind my eyes. Then the door crashed open and I coward into the corner, begging for my life, for a reason I don't know.

My family was gone

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My family was gone. They turned into those things. I hear nothing and I glance over and see a group. An older man, face spattered with blood, his beard unruly and unkempt his eyes showing sympathy. A woman with bright red hair, her deep blue eyes concerned and understanding. Behind her stood a blonde man with a bit of golden stubble. To the right stood a man looking impatient and bored his skin blue, his eyes clouded. In front of him, a black woman with a brown leather jacket on a pink shirt under, and a braid to her right shoulder. In the very back stood a boy, his expressions blank as he looked at me. He had black hair, a pair of large goggles on his head, his eyes appeared to be a bluish grey color. Occasionally he would lick his lips and adjust his gun on his shoulder. He eventually looked away.

She tried to approach me, but I started to panic. The tingle on the tip of my tongue, the Walls closing in, feeling like i was drowning, the feeling of dread and anxiety flooded over but a voice cut in. The voice a mother would use to soothe her child and I slowly relaxed. The black woman had gotten on her knees on the floor closer to me. I pulled my legs closer to my frail body, my brown hair getting in my face, but I don't lift a finger to move it. I would feel exposed if I did.

The woman sat on the edge of the bed. "Lieutenant Roberta Warren. Just call me Warren." She put her hand out I glanced and it and looked at her in fear. She slowly reached her hand over, moving my hair. I flinch a bit but then I start to full on sob and she pulls me into a hug. I sob into her shoulder,wishing she was my mother hugging me, and dreading the moment I would see my families deteriorated bodies. She rubs my back. I then stop crying, but I was shaking horribly in fear, a blush covers my cheeks in embarrassment. I look around. Everybody is watching. I blush harder and put my head down.

"Hey, this is Doc, Murphy, Mack, Addy, and 10k. What's your name?" She asked. I looked at her. But I stated silent. My throat was so dry, I could sand down wood with my throat I tap my throat lightly.

"Thirsty?" She asks handing me a water bottle, I drink some of the water down, and then hand it back. My throat felt relieved, and I could finally breath comfortably again. I sighed and felt the the lack of sleep slowly creep up on me.

I look at then, and go to speak but it's still a bit raspy.

"C-can I go, w-with you?" I ask Roberta. She smiles. "You don't have to ask., we where gonna take you in anyway. Stand up. We gotta get going."

"Oh, what are we going to take in every lost puppy we find?" The blue man says.

I put my head down in shame.

"Ignore him." The woman, Warren says. I wasn't looking when she said the others names, but she addressed herself.

I stand up on shaky legs and walk a little.

"Can....I change first?" I looked at her hopefully. I changed into my converse, a pair of leggings, so it was warm and durable. I grab my blue and black backpack, and pack clothes, and some pictures. I then head to my parents room. I take my mom's necklace and my grandfather's cutlass, it needed sharpened, but I can sharpen it down stairs, I will take it with me.

I grab all do the food and I grabbed my mother's pocket knife, and my fathers bandana. I pick up my sister's Baby blanket and giving it a kiss. I rest it on her bed and walk out. I go to my brothers room and kiss his tiny monkey. I let out a few tears and walk into my parents room. I take my mother's necklace and strap it on, and then my fathers bandana and tie my hair up in a ponytail wrapping my fathers bandana around it.

I run down stars grab a belt, and then strap my sword on my waist after I sharpened it, stuffing the little sharpener in my bag. I walk out the door sword in my hand and we run to the car. When we got out there where 6 zombies, I ran and sliced ones head off, and stabbing into the decapitated head, penetrating its brain. I put my foot to its head and pull up to take it out.

We made is to the car and gun shots ring off. As I sit in the bed of the truck, I watch my family home disappear in the distance.

AUTHORS NOTE: I will have you know, I have 11 chapters already written. So I will have a schedule. Every Thursda'lly I will publish one chapter. Hopefully. I might just publish them all for the check if it. Like I always do, BUT I would like some feedback. And if you read this here is a few warnings.

YOU MIGHT CRY YOUR EYES OUT. YOU MIGHT GET REALLY ANGRY. YOU MIGHT CRINGE. SPOILER ALERT, ON A FEW INCIDENCES.

ASH IS THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT BELONGS TO ME. ALL THE OTHERS BELONG TO KARL SCHEAFUR, OFLR HIW EVER YOU SPELL IT AND THE SYFY CHANNEL. SOME OF THESE IDEAS ARE FROM THE SHOW Z NATION, YES, BUT I AM GIVING FULL CREDIT. I WROTE IT AND CHANGED IT THE WAY I WANTED TO. YOU DONT LIKE IT, KINDLY EXIT AND GO AWAY. YOU DO LIKE IT, THEN WELCOME ABOARD. ACTUALLY I TAKE BACK THE THURSDAY THING. THURSDAYS MAYBE FRIDAYS. THEY ARE LONG, THE AVERAGE BEING 1,030- 2,030 Words per chapter. So please give me some feedback, it's greatly appreciated.

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