The Few That Were Left

Hi, my name is Chris. I am 19 years old and hiding out at a farm. I know I sound restless that is because the infection started about 9 months ago. Obviously, you haven't heard. I wouldn't have expected you to. The Zombie Apocalypse has begun. I know that you have probably played games with zombies and have dreamed that the Apocalypse would start one day to prove everyone wrong. Trust me, I thought the same thing. It is not as fun as you think. My friends Trisha, Scrappy, John, Margret, and Luke are now camping out on a farm. The farm is abandoned and creepy. It's all we got since zombies are after us. I'll explain everything to you from the beginning.

It was a hot summer day in Atlanta, Georgia. I was in my apartment watching the news. Then something interesting came on. There was a reporter on Center Street; things were on fire cars, buildings, people running all over, cannibal looking things, people falling, dying, shooting, etc... Next thing I knew the reporter was pulled down and screaming with the camera man. By this time I knew it wasn't a joke. I ran to my emergency safe. This is what I grabbed my double pistols, knife and put them in my side holder with extra ammo. In my duffel bag I packed a spare change of clothes, a blanket, jacket, food, water, a radio, map, and even more ammo. I took my keys and ran out the door. Everything looked exactly as it showed on Center Street. When I got in the car I checked the back seat, buckled my seat belt and began to drive. A couple months passed, and I was at an abandoned motel. Well, by this time everything was abandon. I snuck into the building. Like always, I checked every room. It came down to the last room, I thought I heard footsteps. This made me even more alert; I opened the door and stepped into the room. The door closed behind me. Right as I turned around I saw a black flash which looked like the back of a gun and was knocked out.

I woke up on a bed with a girl sitting next to me holding an ice pack on my forehead. I jolted up and in a calm voice she said, "Please, don't be frightened. Everything is O.K."

"Where am I?" I asked still half asleep.

"Don't worry your safe here." she said with a smile.

I still followed my rule never trust anyone. I quickly reached for my belt where I kept my knife. It wasn't there. I jumped off the bed, jumped over a chair, and ran to the door. When I opened the door, there was a guy with a gun.

"Well, nice to see Sleeping Beauty decided to wake up." he said.

I backed up into another person. Next thing I knew, about four more people walked in.

"Oh come on guys, can't you see she's already freaked out enough." the girl sitting next to the bed said, "Hi, my name is Margret."

The guy from the door said dramatically, "I'm Luke."

Everyone else introduced themselves.

"I'm Lilly."

"I'm John."

"I'm Trisha."

"And, I'm Scrappy"

Margret stepped up and said, "What's your name?"

She seemed pretty interested in me, so I told her the truth, "I.. I'm Chris."

"Well Chris," said John, "how would you like to be a part of our group."

"Um... sure why not, but I have one condition." I said.

"What would that be?" asked Lilly.

"That I get all my stuff back. My duffel bag, guns, knife, ammo, blanket, clothes, and jacket," I said confidently.

"What about the rest?" asked Scrappy.

I said in a pleasing voice, "I'm willing to share that."

They all agreed to my statement. That night I woke up to a sound, and grabbed my knife. I walked out on the porch ready and alert.