Run. ||Zombie Apocalypse|| book 1 ||

|| Chapter Five ||

                           || Chapter Five ||
                           Gonna go far, kid

•Nellie's P.O.V•
                           • 2 years later •

    That bitch left me alone in the fucking woods 2 fucking years ago. We would all be 18 but I don't know if the others made it out after all the gun fire. I decided to go back to our hometown until I'm ready to leave for Colorado again since plans didn't go as planned last time. I went back to my house and packed some bags then I got my four wheeler and I drive that around now around town. Not many Z's are here since I killed half of them out of anger.
    I go by the gas station and I get some more gas before I leave to go somewhere else since I have wiped this town clean and nobody here was living. I fill up my four wheeler and I go on my fourwheeler with 2 gallons of gas with me in the cart I have attached to it.
    I go by my house and look at the grave of my dead grandpa and I say my last goodbye to him. I go into the house and I remembered he has a radio/scanner that I could probably contact people with on my way to where ever, I should probably get a map.
    I got to his room and I take a deep breath in of his scent as I make my way to his bedside table and I get the radio and I turn it on and started changing the channels. It was only static. I put the radio in my bag and I make my way to the door but stop when I remembered that he has a katana in his closet which was mine. I got to his closest and a tear goes down my eye as I see his washed clothes hung up and his Cologne in a line on the top shelf, I reach for the katana when I saw the photo albums one had my name on it, so I pick that up instead and look though it and see its me and him through out the years when the last picture of us was just a month before the world had went to shit. The picture was taken here in the living room, I was laughing at a joke he had made making him smile ear to ear just to hear me laughing. I take the picture out and I grab a sharpie and I write where the picture was

The end
      1963~2014
R.I.P grandpa joe

    I put down the sharpie and I close the book as I put it back in his closet and I put the picture of us in my bag only with the other pictures I'm keeping with me. I grab the katana and I sit down on the bed as I let the tears fall down my face but I wipe them away as I get out my  battery operated camera and started filming, what someone has to keep up with the apocalypse. And yes I do write everything down to just for the history books.
    "Um..sorry for the tears just found a photo album but I'm starting this off with I'm Nellie Bryant it's been two years of the apocalypse I am 18 now. I still haven't found my friends which I think I lost them long ago. I hope that they are okay if not dead. I am now going some where else, my hometown is wiped clean. My hometown is Murray county, chatsworth Georgia. I hope I survive this mess but for now I'm on the run." I then shut off the camera and put it away.
    I go back outside and I look around taking in the place I grew up in. I get on my four wheeler and I make my way to my school and I see it still falling apart from when the jet crashed in  it after me and the others left. I already been everywhere in this town, every house, and every building. It's clean and now I was on my way to somewhere that isn't here.