"The Zombie Book"

Chapter 42

???'s P.O.V
In a tree.
I woke up.
In. A. Tree.
I hopped down and was terrified of what I saw.

Vomit.
Blood.
Organs.
A limb.

I, however, felt like heaven. My body felt new. My vision was perfect. My hair felt like silk and nothing at all seemed in any pain.
What the hell happened?
I looked around for the duffle bag that held all my supplies.
The gun was there. The ammo. My bow. The arrows. First aid kit. Nothing wasn't there. Except a letter. Somehow, someone left a letter.
They had found paper, but.. the words were written in blood, only some in actual ink.

You're a freak! Why did I ever think I could trust you!? I'm somehow alive, but it doesn't matter. I lost a organ, probably half my blood, and I can hardly move! WHY COULD I EVER TRUST YOU!? I should have seen it! I should have seen that I can't trust anyone! This is an apocalypse, not a walk in the park.. What ever your name is, whoever you are, I'll beat you to Wyoming. I'll warn your precious little saint. (Y/N) doesn't want you. I'm positive. Because you're a monster! Be warned, because no one wants you anymore. And they never did, you god damned scum. I thought you were cool. I thought I liked you.. I really really thought it. I can't believe I began to like a FREAK! I hope you rot in hell whenever someone finally finds the courage to murder you. It won't be that hard. No one likes you anyways.
Rot and Burn, buddy. Burn.
-Erin

Tears welled in my eyes. Why would Erin say something like that? Where is Erin? What does she mean, I'm a monster? A freak? I didn't hurt her... did I?
Suddenly I realized the vomit was all me. I held my stomach and doubled over.
What the hell is wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me?
What the hell is wrong with me?
I don't deserve this. Do I?
What the hell is wrong with me?
I've got to keep going.. I've got to move on... I need food. I'm starving like crazy after throwing up for a second time.
I reached in the duffle bag, pulled out whatever food is stored in the bottom.
Freaking crackers!?
It annoyed me that it tasted weird. Tasted old. Too salty. Broke to much. But it was food. That's all I need.
Finally moving on...
I grabbed the bag after stuffing everything back inside of it. And just began to walk. I never knew where I was going. But I walked. I just kept walking.
Walking.
And walking.
And walking.
And walking.

~Time Skip (Four hours)~

"Hey!"
I snapped my head in the direction the voice came from.
There stood a man.
In his late years, probably in his 60's.
"Wh-what do you w-want!?" I stumbled back. Scared, I have to admit. Scared of everything.

Never trust anyone.
This is an apocalypse.
Never trust.
Apocalypse.

"Please," He began, trying to walk towards me. He stumbled often and nearly fell. "Help me! Kill me, please young man.." He broke into a wheezing, coughing fit.
I was paralyzed in fear. Standing completely still. I couldn't move. I couldn't talk. I didn't know what to do.
When his fit ended he sent me a glare. Full hatred in it.
"Just kill me already! Or I'll kill myself! Give me your arrows!"
He took some more steps closer. He suddenly didn't seem so old. I looked around.
I could see.
I could see the other people, watching me and the man.
I could see the glares they were sending me.
I could see the weapons in their hands.
They were ganging up on me.
I smirked, him and the other people not yet realizing I knew what was going on.
"Okay then. I'll kill you."
He actually widened his eyes a little.
"Aww, don't worry. Death is just an illusion."
I dropped my duffel bag to the side, still smirking. The man relaxed again.

He was relaxed before I stabbed him straight in the stomach.
"Knives are fun, don't you agree?"
His eyes stayed wide and blood started to drip from his mouth.
"Pathetic."
I kicked the knife end farther inside him. All the while knocking him to the ground.
He twitched once or twice before releasing a final breath. He grew still.
I just killed a man.
I grabbed the knife out of the dead man's stomach. I heard the 'hidden' people shift.
I only snickered at it.
"I can see you. I'm not stupid." Everything went still. It was as if they were scared of my words.
"I've killed one of you. I'd be happy to demonstrate again." I slightly nudged the man's side.
I sliped the duffle bag over my shoulder when I heard no response.
"You want me to kill another..? Because I will."
It's as if they didn't believe me. Sure, I had no weapons in hand, but I have a gun and a bow and arrow. I've got this.
"Hmmm... I'll kill... You!" I pointed out one of the many people who were watching me. Many people shifted.
But the one I pointed to...
"P-p-please... D-dont... I-i dont want t-to d-die.."
The voice was familiar. In some ways, I felt like I knew whoever spoke.
"I-i..... Then step out of hiding. Only you." I once again pointed at the person in the trees. Who I had told I would kill.
After minutes of waiting, the tree's branch shifted and a person dropped out.
He walked over with his head low and threw his weapon far to the left.
"Head high please~ Don't be scared."
The moment he lifted his head up, I was slapped in the face by emotions I didn't even knew existed.

I knew him.

"I know you..."
"P-please don't kill me!"
"I.... I know you.."
"I'm s-so s-sorry!"
I dropped to the ground. I pushed myself to the nearest tree and ran my fingers through my hair. I felt like vomiting again. I felt like crap. My 'new' body isn't so new anymore.
He looked concerned.
My eyes were wide and one hand was over my mouth. The other grabbing tuffs of my own hair.
He made motions as if to say the others could leave, as if he was okay.
The branches shifted again and one by one, at least twelve people dropped out and started trotting away. They left me alone with him.
"H-hey.... Are y-you alright..?"
I couldn't respond to that. I was still so stunned. How did he survive? Does he know my name? He's been in my visions....
I can't believe it. That stupid British accent. He's still faking it. That exiting and vibrant head of bright blonde hair. The dye wore out. Those colorful blue eyes. Used to be like the ocean. His glowing white teeth have faded. The Apocalypse started months ago. He used to be the schools 'perfect guy'. Now he looks like absolute hell.
"M-m-martin..."
"You remember me!" He clapped in a fake sense of joy. He was treating me like a child. But I couldn't protest. "But I'm being serious... Are you okay, Olly? I didn't think you survived. I have honestly thought you were de-"
Olly? That can't be me. I don't remember it..
"I don't feel like myself anymore..."
And, as I've been doing alot lately, I blacked out.