This is Paradise

Chapter Three

"What do I need?" I said as I look at the fridge of the gas station. I open the it and took a few water bottles and stuck them in my backpack as best I could. "I wonder at what time the light went off."

Rarwrr!

I look back the zombie and rolled my eyes at it. "What you want?" The zombie kept coming at me, he grabbed my shirt and I push him off. "The shirt? Here keep it." I took it off and throw it at his face. It gave me one of its scary zombie moans. "What? It doesn't fit you head? Let me help." I tighten my grip on the crowbar and hit him with it on the head. The zombie hit the cristal fridge door and slid to the floor. "Hmm... it's still to big." I smash the crowbar on his head two or three more time, a pool of blood formed on the floor.

I walk out of the station and pull a shirt from my bag, it was a plain gray shirt. Nothing fancy. I pull it on and strapped my backpack on. "I should leave a note." I look back at the gas station and pulled my notepad and pen. "Dear friends, I'm okay. Still in one piece. I slept the night here, it wasn't comfortable but I slept like a baby. I'm sorry for leaving you all behind, hope you can forgive me. I guess we will see each other soon." I mumbled as I wrote it down. I rip the page off and put it where I slept.

I look around the booth and stared at the packs of condoms. "Should- of course I do." I grab a packet and shoved it at the bottom of my bag. Don't look at me like that. It can hold water if I need it.

I walk out and head down the road. It was quiet... I used to like silence but know it's just creepy. Some bushed rattled, I took my M1911 out and stayed on my guard. Human, zombie, animal none are a good sign. I keep walking down the road and a raccoon runs across the street. I shot at the floor and hold my chest.

"Fuck. That thing scared me." I look around for any zombies but saw none. "Just keep moving." I told myself and headed down the road.

I need to clear my head and focus on the task at hand. Head to Texas, go to the ranch, find my grandparents and wait for mom. That's all I need to do. I'm going to need a car if I want to quicken my phase. But I shouldn't. I should find a place to stay see if anyone comes get me.

"Get off my turf asshole!" A rough man said, I see an abandoned car and hid behind it.

"Don't tell me what to do." Another man said in a Italian accent. I look up through the window and see the two men arguing. One the man on the right had an Python revolver in his hand and the other man had an AK-47. No I'm not an expert I just... played to much Call of Duty, 'kay?

"This is the last warning Paterson. Go away." The man with the rough voice said. Paterson, the Italian guy looked at him and spat on his shoes.

"Fuck you." Both men raised their gun at each other, I took mine out and pointed at both of them as I came out.

"Hand on the air!" I shouted, I pointed at them man with AK and the at the Italian. "Now." They both looked at me confused for a second.

"And who do you think you are? The Queen of England?" The AK dude said pointing the gun at me.

"Something like that."

"Go to hel-" The Italian guy shot the man, I look at the body fall and strangely I did felt bad.

"Thank you." He said in his Italian accent, the guys seemed to be in his mid thirty or so and not bad looking. He out his gun away and took the AK-47 from the body. "Are you alone?"

"I could ask the same thing."

"Ah, not thrusting me are you. That's good." The man said with a grin. "Names, Henry. Henry Paterson. I got a group down the road if you wanna come." I nodded and maintain eyes on the guns. "Don't worry. I won't shot." He put both guns away and I did the same.