Already Dead✔️

Chapter 1

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Walking alone down the street surrounded by woods was less than ideal, but it was worse when the world was falling apart right before my eyes. I had nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. I had nobody left.
I took a right turn down another street and noticed a white RV that probably had skidded off the side of the road and into the woods. I unsheathed my Ka-Bar knife from its covering on my belt as I slowly made my way toward the door of the RV. I knocked on the door, and one of them threw its decaying body against one of the windows in the back of the RV. It was too stupid to realize that the window between us prevented it from getting to me as it continuously slammed into it.
"RRRGGGHHHH!" it screeched.
I studied it for a moment. In its pervious life, it had been a young man. It wore a gray t-shirt with ripped up sleeves and dried up blood stains on it. It had pale, gray skin, milky eyes that were sunken in, and lips that were torn away, revealing black gums and blood-stained, decaying teeth. Its hands and lower half of its face was stained with blood.
I forced the door open, and I met by the dead man at the window. It tried to get up from the RV seat, but I stabbed it with my knife before it could do so. I pulled my blade out of its head and wiped off the blood on the man's shirt before going through the RV and finding supplies—anything that could help me survive. I found a couple of granola bars in the glove compartment, bottles of water in a backpack near the driver's seat, and a Glock 21 and ammo in another backpack. I opened up my own backpack, which already had knives, a Beretta 92, a silencer, ammo, a little bit of food, and some water, and put everything inside.
Finding the food, water, guns, and ammo in the RV was lucky. I knew that next time I might not be as fortunate. I sheathed my Ka-Bar knife, but I kept a hand on the Rifle Harvester in front of me ready to shoot anything that came to me.
It was getting late, so I decided to spend the night in the RV. The next morning, however, I would leave immediately. I glanced at the dead man slouching on the seat for a moment before closing the door. I put my backpack on the seat on the other side of the RV across from the dead man and stared at it, but I eventually couldn't stare at it any longer and threw him out the door of the RV. I sat back down and ate a granola bar before lying down on one of the seats.
I stared at the ceiling of the RV. Memories flooded my mind as I calmed down. The beginning of the end had started about five weeks ago, but it felt like the chaos had began just yesterday. I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
My mom tucked my younger brother and me into bed at around nine thirty. She smiled warmly at both of us. Her bright green eyes gleamed as she kissed each of our cheeks.
"Good night, Hayley," she whispered in my ear.
"Good night, Mom," I whispered back.
She moved over to my brother. "Sweet dreams, Kyle."
"Night, Mom," he said.
She straightened up and stepped out of the RV to join my dad and the other adults of the group. I heard my father's voice among a dozen other voices outside talking and laughing. I heard my mother join in the conversation as a man asked someone else what their job was. I rolled over onto my side and tried to tune them out. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.