Revelation.

Chapter Two, Survival of the Fittest.

Author's note: HELLO!! i'm going to try to keep this little note short and sweet! So here's the next chapter, and this one is quite a bit longer then the last one I uploaded. I'm leaning towards making my chapters longer in general (Like a real novel) But let me know what you guys want, because if you don't like reading long chapters then I'll gladly stick with shorter ones. 

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Chapter Two. Survival of the Fittest.

The Present.

My eyes opened slowly to the thin slivers of light that beamed through a few open cracks of the roof of my hideout. My head pounded as I rubbed my temples. My vision was blurry. Gently I rubbed my eyes against my sleeve.

“Ugh.” I groaned as my stomach grumbled. I was starving. That granola bar was the last scrap of food I had. I crawled across the dirt floor of my hideout, until I reached a small ammunition box at the other side. I opened the box. Inside were a few items and supplies I had collected, and saved over the last year. A few bandages, a half full bottle of whiskey, a small notebook and pen, something wrapped up in a piece black cloth, and lastly an almost empty bottle of Advil.

I popped the cover off the bottle and dumped the remaining contents into my hands. Two measly tablets were all that remained. I grumbled grumpily before popping the pills into my mouth and swallowing them.

Looks like I need to add Advil to my shopping list… I thought to myself.

Within a few minutes my headache began to ease a little. I pulled back my sleeve, and glanced at my watch.

9:24 am.

I needed to get moving if I was going to be back before dark. I grabbed my trusty old compound bow, from where it was sitting against the wall next to the ammo box. There was nothing to special about my bow, it was pretty much your standard hunting bow, dark green, and had a quiver on the left side which held six arrows. I also usually carried a bag of arrows with me, just in case I got into trouble.

Most people would think it it’s kind of odd that I use a compound bow instead of a firearm. Especially after watching those stupid zombie movies on TV where the heroes would run around with giant rail guns, mowing down hoards of infected people. God I miss TV…

In reality it’s not like that. Your best bet at survival is to stay low, stay quiet, and most importantly never and I mean never stay in one place to long. Always keep moving.

One thing you learn really fast is that the infected have what seems to be an incredibly sharp sense of hearing. Guns are extremely dangerous to use in heavily populated areas, like a city, because the noise will draw them right to you.

I fastened the bag of arrows just behind my lower back so it hung down behind my right side, giving me easy access to more arrows if I needed it. Next to my bow was an old wooden handled machete, encased in a nylon sheath which had a long leather strap attached to it. I buckled the strap around my chest, so the machete’s hilt would sit just behind my right shoulder, should I need to get into close combat.

In the event I did get into close combat, I also carried an eight inch buck knife on the right side of my belt, just in case. This knife was always with me. When I sleep, when I’m off looting, patrolling the park, always.

I reached into the ammo container again, this time grabbing the object wrapped up in the cloth. Carefully I unwrapped the object that lay inside, fold by fold until it was completely visible.