Family Comes at the Weirdest Times

Chapter 1

Another day, another 15 zambies dead so far.

Just a normal morning in the life of me. Doesn't it sound fun? The most fun I have around here is play fighting with Frost. She doesn't bite hard, but she knows what to do if any type of intruders come through the house.

I don't live in the house, Jack had a treehouse that we used for shelter. It was the best place, but I was reluctant to come back after... they were eaten.

I shivered at the memory. I had made it out without a bite, but I was the lone survivor. I started tearing up.

No. No, L. No crying. They wouldn't want you to cry. I thought, wiping away the unshed tears.

As I was walking, there was another moan behind me. It was the type of moan I trained myself the hear. Frost started growling beside me. I took my dagger out my from the waistband of my leggings, and turned around. Not even looking, I tomahawked it, and the moaning stopped almost immediately.

Finally taking a second to look at what I hit. It was a zombie. She looked to be about 25 years old as the living, and, judging by the smell and the rotten skin, she's been dead for about a few months. She probably had big dreams before all this.

Huh, guess we're all disappointed at some point in our lives.

Frost calmed down as we started moving down the road. We never roam too far from the Tree. The farthest we've gone was half a mile south, looking for water. We found some, luckily.

How many times have we run out of water? I don't remember, but with the rain that's falling every other day and going to lakes, it's hard to not run out anymore.

I sterilize the water by boiling it. It's not that hard; but since I don't use the house often, I start a fire. Albeit, it's small and doesn't catch any attention from Walkers, it does its job.

One thing I'm still surprised about is the fact that there is still electricity. AC's don't work anymore, but in winter, especially the Canadian winter, it a relief when the furnaces work. Even though I'll usually sleep in the tree house.

I still use my iPod from Christmas 2010. Charge it all day when I'm out and, using headphones, listen to it all night. And my portable DVD player with only Rise of the Guardians to watch. It keeps my belief alive at least. Hope, wonder, fun, memories and dreams. Everything I watch the movie, those five things are what I think of.

Enough about the past. I couldn't think about that at the moment. Not out in the open anyway. I was always too distracted to do any homework.

After another five minutes of walking lightly, I came across a herd of zombies. About 15-20 of them, but they were growing in population.

Only because; a group of six non-flesh eaters were fighting them off as best they could. Five guys, one girl.

Sighing, I jumped in to help. They didn't really notice me at first, but killing two every one they killed, the numbers started to die down. Frost by my side the whole way.

As soon as the last Walker was killed, I started to run back to the Tree. It was getting dark and I couldn't stay out after sundown. Bandit come and Walkers are always doubled at night.

"Hey! Wait!" Someone called. I stopped and turned around. The group of six were running behind me. They were still quite a ways away. Frost started growling as they got nearer.

As soon as I saw a guy wearing a mask, almost identical to the one I was wearing, I had a pretty good idea who these people were.

"Who are you?" Felix Kjellberg asked me.