Chapter 2
As I walked into the once was intersection, my breath stopped. Two blind undead clawed at something on the ground at their feet. Blind zombies, or as we called them Smellers, used scent to find prey and kill it. Right now, the smell of whatever they were clawing at was stronger than my scent. Realizing this, I slowly tied the intruder to a pole and slowly crept up on the Smellers, crouching right behind them with a hunting knife in my right hand and another in my left. I leaped up and drove one blade into the neck of the one on the right and the other into the head of the one on the left, making an X shape with my arms. I then pulled my arms together, smashing their skulls into each other, cracking their soft bone open. I yank the knives out, and the zombies fall to the ground, dead. Again.
I looked at my feet and found a small cigpow, torn apart by the Smellers sharp claws. The brand on his right cheek marked him as one of mine, and by his number, was a very young one of mine. I turned back to the guy I tied to the pole, untying him and putting him in with the other intruders in the make shift jail in the center of town.
I then set to work on the cigpow, cleaning him out from the street and tossing him in a giant pit in the woods, along with other attack victims including two dogs. I shuddered looking into the pit, and smelling the rotten flesh turned my stomach.
My house was about a quarter mile from where the cigpow was killed. And as I walked there now, It all seemed a little odd. I was born the second the first zombie rose. The undead gravitated toward me in battles. Even though my wife and kids jokingly call me the chosen one, I feel as if I was unlucky with when I was born. I don't know why, but it feels peculiar.
As I walk into the house, Zoe and Jack, my two labs, greet me with wagging tails and tongues, happy to see me back. I collapse onto the couch and fall asleep as soon as my exhausted body hits the foam.
I slowly woke to the deep growl of the dogs, alerting me of something outside. I opened my eyes groggily until I relized what I was seeing, a deer jumping at the window, when a hulking figure rose up, and angrily devoured the deer.
