I Am Dead... Kind Of

one month later

That was the old me , the me who's greatest worrys were getting homework in on time or getting detention. That was the version of me that I miss and have missed for five weeks.

I can't say I don't like the new me though. I'm now dead serious, strong and fast . My hair is still long and black though, and my eyes are still blue but they are so different, they're no longer bright and lively they're dark and dead.

I have changed alot but underneath all that I'm still my old mischevious self and that is what keeps me going, the hope that one-day life will return to nomal.

At the moment I'm on a trip for supplies and weaponry.

I re-loaded my two revolvers and slid them into my belt next to my throwing knives before sliding my samurai swords into their sheaths on my back. I opened the van door leaving the keys in the silver van, but still shuting the door behind me.

My black hair flew backwards in response to the harsh wind, as I searched the small carpark for any infected. There wasn't many just a few stumbling towards the carpark, proberly drawn in by my incredibly bad driving skills.(I might've crashed into a few bins on the way). I chose to ignore them, and fetch what I came for as fast as possible.

As I strode across the empty carpark I started searching the store for any visible sighns of forced entery. I fround slightly at the padlocked door before switching the safety of on my AK47 and shooting the rusty padlock. The loud shot echoed around the empty street making the shop a target for any zombies in ear shot.

I harshly pushed at the murky, glass door trying to pry it open but the rusty hinges held firm. A groan escaped my frowning lips as I realised I would have to smash the glass and in doing so I would alert every zombie in the street of my presence (glass shattering makes a dam loud noise)

I sharply jabbed my elbow into the door and winced at the loud noise still echoing around the not so empty street. Zombies had appeared everywhere all of them ambling to wards my location. "That shure is a lot of dam zombies." Deep voice said from behind me. I turned readying my AK47 and pointing it at the source of the noise. A dark haired boy about the same age as me was peering at me through the gaping hole in the glass window.

"Whoa, put the gun down love " he said putting his hands in the air. I pushed the gun forwards so it was touching his muscular chest right where his heart was.

He backed up slightly, I could feel his confidence fade into uneasiness as I pushed the barrel of my gun harder onto his chest. "Name, age and state of survival ?" I demanded. "Evan Greenfield, 16, state of suvival very bad since you blasted a hole in my door " he shot back ."oh... yeah sorry about that, I'm luna." I said slowly lowering my gun. "Where are we gonna go now." He demanded

"We?"I questioned supprised
"Yeah, there are two more boys the same age as me living here."he said.
"y.. You could come with me." I said pointing to my van and shooting a zombie that had managed to get ahead of the aproching hoard." Yeah, ok then, Jack, harry grab supplise for us and and luna !"he shouted into the gloom."who's Luna " came a reply. "Doesn't mater" Evan said back.

Before long two boys came out of the shop carrying bags filled with food guns and any other useful items.

🔝Harry Jack🔝

I set of across the carpark ignoring Jack and Harry's confused glances and I chuckled to myself. The boys were all squabbling about who would sit in the front seat.

Evan won, so he triumphantly sat next to me now grinning like an idiot.

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I am thinking about a sequel after I've finished this one. So that'll depend on how much you guys like this story. I will try to update as soon as possible and I might update another chapter this week if I hurry. ok?

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