Chapter-18

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Jordyn's POV

Jennifer walked slowly behind me, and I'm glad for that. It seems like everytime she opens her mouth she's saying how much she's misses Tyler, or she's crying. I guess the zombie apocalypse isn't for the weak.

I cocked my gun, one bullet left. I'll have to remember that, so it's not wasted. We walked along the road towards my aunts house. We passed by Woody's store yesterday, we grabbed a bunch of food and Jennifer got cigarettes.

Groans walked up behind me. I turned away just in time to stab him in the eye socket (his eye was already gone). I tried not to think about the fact that he use to be human, he could've had a family, and so many other things. Jennifer's hand reached to cover her mouth, I could see tears glossing her eyes. "Jennifer stop," I snapped, "they aren't humans anymore, okay? We have to do this to survive. If we don't kill them, WE will die. Now get your shit together." I pulled my bag up more on my shoulder, and turned on my heel up the road.

An abandoned van sat turned in the middle of the road. I reached for my knife in my back pocket. I've had it for a few years now, when Crystal went off to college her and Felicity decided to give it to me so I was always protected. Of course I didn't take it to school, but almost everywhere else. A woman sat in the front seat, her head sat forward, and lifeless. She had zebra seat covers but what really caught my eye was a baby seat that sat behind her in the middle, a pink blanket covered whatever was underneath.

A cooler was also in the back, along with some pillows, a bookbag and fast food trash. Jennifer finally caught up to me and she got up on the back of the car and sat. I pulled on the car handle, locked. "What are you doing?" I looked up at her, she was put her hair up in a sloppy bun and she fixed her glasses. "That cooler could have water or medicine, something to help us. Same with the bookbag." She nodded and kept quiet. I used the handle of my knife and I started to hit the window. Hit, hit, smash! I unlocked the window and grabbed the cooler and bag. Movement came from under the blanket I got my knife back out incase, and I lifted the blanket. There laid a baby. She started to open her blue eyes. I was dumbfounded..

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