Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

Me Vs Zombies.

I don't know how it happened or where it all started. All I know is that it came and it pushed the human race down into a hole.

A dark, deep hole. A hole that the survivors fight to escape everyday but it's not that easy. It's not as simple as one single battle and the war is won. The war is endless. Our war is bloody and cruel, friends and family are taken from us and no one is spared. Mercy no longer exists. Stupidity is a thing of the past because in this world, the new world, you have to smart. You have to be clever because if you're not you will lose. You will die. Just like the rest of the world and you won't be remembered because nobody cares for you, nobody has the time to mourn.

The world has changed and it's only getting worse.

As I look around me now, everyone is dead. Their broken bodies litter the floor with pools of thick crimson blood built up all around them.

We could be the last ones, the only remaining humans.

Questions crowd my mind, questions I could never hope to answer myself like what's the point in living when there's nothing to live for? How does someone go on when somewhere in their mind they know there's no point?

'Charlotte...' I whisper, so quietly the noise barely registers in my own ears. 'What are we going to do now?'

I stared at my best friend, her light brown hair was tied back in a ponytail and her side fringe pined out of the way so it wouldn't get in her face, her eyes were brown and reminded me much of puppy dog eyes but they no longer held the same gentleness I remember. Just like mine, her eyes were different from most, our eyes held emptiness and sorrow, shock from the loss of so many loved ones.

But Charlotte was better than me, she covered it all with her jokey attitude and fake smiles permanently pinned to her face. Her positive view on the future was almost annoying, why does she have so much hope? What does she expect from the world?

'We survive.' She simply stated and pushed her gun back inside her pocket. She then wiped her blood stained hands down her trouser legs and turned to me, her face as blank as canvas till her eyes met mine, only then did she smile. The smile I knew so well was now just another facade, a mask. 'We will win, Payton. Don't you forget it.'

That was a lie. I knew that. She knew that.

How do you win when its 2 people Vs the world? How can those same 2 people have hope in a world where their only reward is death? What would even wait for them if they did win?

I pulled my bow and arrow back onto my back, the blood rubbed off onto my cheek as I pulled the bow string over my head, but I didn't wipe it off. I liked the stingy sensation that came with droplet of acid like blood. Instead, I simply turned my neck until it clicked before looking at my old friend with hard eyes and tight lips.

'We are the last.' I whispered, I didn't even attempt to hide the bitterness in my voice, I no longer cared if Charlotte believed that I had hope.

She stared around us in an attempt to avoid my gaze, I saw how her eyes changed from sadness into a type of relief. We are the winners of another fight. We are yet to be beaten. The unnamed champions but for how long does she think this song will last?

I stared too, watching the last few pools of troubles liquid begin to settle, the thick, beautiful red blood. A contradiction on my part I'm sure. How is blood beautiful? How is it so romanticised in a world like this? Well I'll explain it in its easiest form.

"Psychos like me need something to monologue about."

The blood may be beautiful in some ways however I'm perfectly aware of how tainted it is, these creatures... they weren't truly human in a way and in that same way we weren't really murderers.