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Chapter 1

Here is the first chapter! Hope y'all like it!!
 
Rylei's POV

' Am I going to die like this?'  I think as another sharp pain flies up my left leg. "I can't go out like this, I promised I wouldn't go like this... I need to find her!" I scream at the top of my lungs not caring if it was music to the disease ridden corpses that stand there waiting for me to be their next meal.

I keep walking for long hours. Trying to focus on my surroundings, not the pain. Just listen to the birds chirp, focus on the sky and how blue the world still makes it. Come on God damn it! You will survive! Survive...How could I let this happen? How the hell could I loose her!? Why did I have to loose her? Carly Rae was the only thing I had left in this world, except for Pipin.

I keep walking for about two more hours until the pain in my leg was to bad to walk. I collapse hard with a thud. I look up at the sky with strained eyes, seeing all the clouds and how maybe if I just fall asleep now, I might be with him again...

I snap out of thought as I hear twigs snap in the distance. I get up hesitantly, making sure I am hidden. As it gets closer I can hear the moans and the gurgling of the corpse. Disgusting... I got off the ground and onto my feet.

As they start coming I reach for my bat that was sat on my back. I pull it out as they start to come closer. Just like a batter getting ready for the ball to be hit, I hit the home run. The blade hitting the skull as it slumps to the ground. I slide the blade out of the skull and keep hitting.

It's all a blurr. Corpse after corpse, they just kept coming. I have to get out, and soon. I start to back up all the while my leg lighting up in pain that was only getting worse. I really need to get out. I turn around and start to run, but failing. My leg hit a fallen tree and I crash down.

I try to catch myself before my face collides with the dirt. I feel warm liquid on my arm. I look down to meet with red. I am covered in blood from my shoulders to my feet. I don't know if it was my blood or the corpses. I get up slowly, my head spinning and nausea hits me instantly. Bending over, I start to throw up the only food I have eaten in days.

I stand up straight, I hear them getting closer. I hit the first corpse that has only half of a face left. He falls instantly, with a hard thud while tripping the other 2 behind him. I smile with slight satisfaction, realizing that they were going to get closer. I start to run... well limp to somewhere safe. Anywhere would be safer than here. I limp and I see an old shack that looked like it had been stood there for a long time. I limp over to the small shack, because it would be my only way to survive. I shut the door and I'm instantly hit with the smell of shit... I turn around afraid of what I was to see. A toilet. I was in an out house. Well shit, literally. I put my bag down along with my bat.

I sit down on the toilet, which I closed the lid of first. As I take my boot off I hiss in pain. I pull my jeans up to see how bad my leg is. I look to see the bullet hole. Blood still coming out like a river. I grab my bag as I take out my only other shirt. I rip it in half hoping that it wouldn't be to loud, not knowing what could be around.

I try to find the bullet as I put half of my shirt in my mouth from muffling and muting my screams. I find the bullet and grab it with my fingers. Screaming, I pull the bullet out. I bring the bullet up to my face to look at something that has done so much damage. A surge of guilt runs through me as I drop the bullet and grab the other piece of the shirt. I wrap it around my wound to hopefully slow the bleeding.

After wrapping my painful leg I remember my arm. I tear the sleeve so I could see the cut better. It's really deep and I need stitches, but that would have to wait because I don't have any of the supplies. I take the other piece of my ripped sleeve and wrap it tightly. I pull my leather jacket out of my bag and carefully put it on.

I get up and carefully open the door, not making any noise. When I look out, there are tons of corpses walking in one direction. I shut the door quietly, not to draw any attention. Hoping that my smell can't alarm them.

I sit down on the toilet. There was barely any space in this tiny shit sack. I look at the little space, thanking anyone that was listening, that it had saved me. Can't live in this shack. I'm going have to leave at some point, but not now. I grab my bag and put it up in the corner so that I can lay down.

Don't let the thoughts get you, I can't have that happen to me. I know the guilt will get me if I sit here to long thinking of ways I could have saved her. How maybe she could still be alive, along with Pipin.

How could I be so stupid! Did I really think she would be okay?! I am not going to give up though. I still will fight for her, I will survive to see the day were I can hug her again. But until that day comes, I will fight. Fight for everything and nothing. As I thought about that I drifted to sleep waiting for the horde of corpses so pass by.