Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

Book Three?!

Hi guys. Drunkenfishdip here. Look what I found! I wrote this shortly after finishing book two but never published it. If any of you are interested in what happened after the events of book 2 then take a look.

[Charlotte's POV]

'-And the little piggies said "not by the hairs on our chinny chin chins" so the wolf said-' I paused as I stared down at the sleeping little bundle of joy in my lap. His long brown curls were twisted around my fingers as he laid his tiny body across my thighs. Well he's not so little anymore.

Samuel Benjamin O'Connor was born December 17th 2021, just over a year after the apocalypse started. However, to me it felt more like 10 years rather than one.

I had never realised until my baby boy was born that I had done so much in such a short amount of time.

In the old world, I had no plans of focusing on romance until I was settled in my work as a history teacher but the second everyone started dying, love just found me, and Sammy is the proof of the love I found.

'Good night sweetheart, sleep well...' I lifted Sammy up off my lap and onto the reasonably soft bed he and I shared, I placed a gentle kiss on his forehead before I turned and walked out the cupboard bedroom he and I shared with the rest of our group.

When I closed the door behind me, I noticed Eugene sat on the chair outside, his arms folded over his chest with a scowl engraved across his face. His ugly scars seemed less noticeable in the dim light of the trailer which we all lived.

'Is he asleep?' He asked, not even looking at me.

'Yes.' I whispered, barely glancing at him for more than a second. I dropped my head down to stare at the floor as I waited for him to speak.

Eugene stood up as I spoke but didn't move anymore than that so as I tried to scoot around him in the tight space our bodies brushed hard and I felt my front scrape against his.

He didn't react he just looked at the wall with a blank expression.

I took two steps to the side till I reached the kitchen area of the large caravan and opened one of the cupboards, although I doubt you could call this a kitchen area. One gas cooker and two cupboards full of beans and peaches does not make a kitchen, no matter what the worlds has come to.

Eugene pushed passed me the second I lifted myself up on to the counter to reach the cupboard, as he did so he clipped my feet, knocking my balance and as I tried to steady myself from falling I reached my hand back instinctively and punched him in the shoulder accidently.

Eugene grabbed my waist as I let out a quiet squeal and steadied me on the counter top as I muttered several shy apologies. He grunted again and took a seat in the cushioned areas of the travelling vehicle we were told to call home.

Life wasn't easy now adays, that much was obvious, not that it had been a walk in the park before now. It was just so much more difficult to find help and comfort in this world that was now a world of hatred, betrayal and darkness.

It had been just a few of us for almost three years now and we had already had way too many close calls than we would have endured. So many incidents where I have almost lost my son, my partner and even my own life yet we're still here, getting weaker and weaker, but still here none the less.

I'm only 25 years old and yet I have more wrinkles and stress marks now than my worst nightmares could have imagined.

Eugene and I weren't as naive as we used to be, but we can blame that on almost losing our child more times than the amount of bullets we go through in a month.