Stuck in a Zombie Apocalypse... With Him!

SERIOUSLY?!

Sooooooo sorry that it took billions of years for me to update this. I've had MAJOR writers block, and I've been working on tons of story ideas on another account. And I had to rewrite this chapter, cause the one I already had, sucked balls! O____o

Again, so effin sorry! Hope ya'll can forgive me!

Dedicated to fictionfanatic, because she left all of those awesome comments on the first chapters and she voted for them too! Her comments actually motivated me to write right now! Thanks a lot, hun! <3

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I walked out of the cabin, and zipped up my hoodie. I sighed and breathed in the fresh air, or somewhat fresh air. At least it didn't smell like rotting corpses.

Alex came up to me looking fresher too. "Hey." he greeted.

I returned a small wave, he walked in step with me. I wasn't sure where I was going though.

"So... We're staying here?" Alex asked facing me.

I shrugged, "We'll stay here as long as we can, which probably won't be long." I answered honestly.

He sighed "Eli, there's something that I really want to tell you."

"What?" I asked dumbly.

"I think... I think I-"

"Hey, guys! What's goin on?" Trystan interrupted. Alex shot a quick glare at him, then looked back at me.

"Nothing, Trystan." I said, "Alex, what were you going to say?" I asked him.

He glared at Trystan again, and sighed deeply, "Nevermind." he muttered.

I looked in between both of them, then shrugged it off.

A panting Chace came out of nowhere and between me and Trystan. "Do any of you know how to shoot?"

We all reluctantly said yes. "Great. Cause, we're gonna need your help." he gestured us to follow him, which we did.

He led us to a huge building, where I assume is where they did operations, hence all the operation tables, medical equipment and the curtains dividing the room. He took us to a room in the back where a wide selection of weapons were. From guns to swords and everything in between, there were even maces.

He handed Alex and Trystan huge badass, nasty guns. I believe Alex had a M-16 and Trystan an AK-47. Then Chace decided to be a buzz kill, and give me a little pipsqueak pistol, and to make things worse it was a PINK pistol. Not that it makes it any less deadly, it's just that a pink gun? Seriously?!

"A pink gun? Are you joking?" I scoffed.

I smirked, "I don't want you to hurt yourself, sweetheart." he said smugly.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself." I mocked him.

He shook his head, then turned to the weapons. He turned back around holding something I recognized, an SKS.

I nodded my head, while eyeing the gun. "Now, that's what I'm talking about." I said about to grab the gun, but Chace pulled it back.

"Promise you won't hurt yourself?" he said seriously.

I rolled my eyes, "Yes! Now give me the gun!" I said impatiently.

He chuckled, and handed me the gun. Personally, I would just prefer to use a crossbow or a sword, but I wasn't going to argue with him anymore.

I noticed that he had put a silencer on it, which made me happy. I walked over to the weapons, and picked up a hunting knife. I might as well have it in case I run out of ammo.