That's how it all started. Why me? For 12 hours I've been asking that to myself. "How the fuck can someone lose their own friends!?" My voice echoed through out the hallway, as I kick at the rubble below me.
I rummage through the trash, looking for food. "Really a penut shell what am i going to do with this feed it to the dead necks." I scoff to myself with a hint of sarcasm.
Well at least it's food. "# all I have left." I laugh to myself. Maybe the hospital has a vending machine! The stones beneath my feet make a crunching sound as I make my around the building."yes!" A vending machine. I put my hand to my side and drag out my pistol. Man ,this is going to draw dead necks, food is food right.
I pull the trigger and quickly grab most of the food I could get hands on and stuff it in my backpack. Shit, I whip out my shotgun and push the trigger. It's head splatt across floor and fell learnt against the wall . "WAD'UP MOTHER FUCKERS!"
I take my knife from my back pocket and push it through the chest of the dead dead neck and stand it up. I scurry thought the herd of dead necks. After I got through I let the body slide of my blade.
I quickly run towards the lift and clambered down the sides, swinging from edge to edge, I finally make it down.
Few that was close. My first day without them. I start to cry at the thought. I was alone. Without my friends, how am going to find shelter without them. I cry, as I walk.
A/N
I know this is short well all of them is short.
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The Re-living
RandomThis is about a zombie apocalypse. When stacey loses her family and friends she enters a space of lonliness and becomes a lone runner. She learns how to travel quickly around to look for supplies and most of all kill.
