Zincinnati Zombies

Chapter 2: Other places but here

As we walked inside my house I felt empty and sad. Nobody was here but that's my parents are at work or either one of those things but I doubt that. I walked over to the couch and sat as I started relax and regain my sanity or at least trying too, as the rest of the world goes to hell I don't want to think about it at the moment. I hope John stays alive until we leave this place or find other people, my only friend I found alive and not eating people or anybody. I looked at John and said

"Hey John, go ahead and find yourself a weapon plus grab some food and water" I said.

"Alright I'll look around" John responded.

I nodded and walked downstairs to the basement plus it was my room so a little weird but yes I live in the basement. I walked in my room and looked around for my Aluminum baseball bat; it's a great melee weapon to use in my opinion but most people will use machetes or swords if they find any. I walked over to my bed and looked under it, finding my Aluminum bat I grabbed it and held it doing a couple of swings to get the weight the down.

I only use my bat for special purposes and today is pretty much a special purpose. I walked over to my desk and looked in it, nothing but pencils and pens but they make come to be helpful. I looked at my notebook on the table next to my computer and then looked at the pencils and pens, I thought to myself "If the rest of the world or any place we go to is like this...people must know the story, maybe...I know that it's hard to survive and keep your group or partner alive." I grabbed my notebook and a couple of pencils and pens, walking over to my backpack and put my notebook and my pencils and pens inside, zipping it up, I put on the backpack and walked over to my closet opening it I looked around for anything that may seem worthy to take maybe some shirts and jeans but too much weight depends what I'm carrying.

I grabbed a couple of shirts and couple of pairs of jeans, stuffing it into my backpack as I sighed and closed my eyes thinking to myself again "How could all of this just happen...there has to be a reason, for all these deaths, dead people walking around, eating any remaining survivors left or somehow making them turn into one of the dead folks out there" I rubbed my eyes and stood up closing my closet and walking to stairs. Again I sighed and walked upstairs, I looked around and saw John sitting on the couch looking at kitchen knife's I assume for a weapon or something I suppose I don't know. 

I walked down the hall to my left and walked to the bathroom to my left again, I turned on the lights and walked over to the sink, I look at the mirror and I see myself with blood on my sweatshirt, my pants, and some on my face. I look awful, having someone else's blood on my face is the one thing I did not want today or just any day in general. I turned on the sink both cold and warm water as I cupped my hand and got a handful of water I splashed some on my face. I looked in the mirror and saw myself with a clean face; I smiled and walked out to the living room.

When I walked out towards the living room I stared at John and thought to myself "I wonder if he seeing all this is going to affect him later on or...just..." I stopped thinking about it; John was going to be fine I had faith in the kid to stay sane.

"Hey John...where do we go now?" I asked him.

"I don't know...I thought you had a plan or something" he responded back and looked at me.

"Well..." I said before taking a deep breath "I thought about heading to my dad's work, he works in a machine shop he probably has the place barricaded down with metal and homemade weapons."

"That works...when should we leave?" he asked me while he looked at the kitchen knife.

I looked at him and sighed "We are not going to my dad's shop until I find my friends...they are important to me and I must find them...whether the dead kill me or not, I will find them" I said with so much courage.