We're Leaving Alive

Chapter 2

Chapter 2-

Kellin's POV:

I walked down the empty road, maneuvering around cars and trying to find an RV. I always tried to stay in RV's when I had no where to go. It has been taking me very long to get to New York. Mostly because of weather and well.....zombies. It was just about to get dark so I really needed to find somewhere to stay. I walked along the road a little more until I found a trailer attached to a car. I went over to the door to open it but it was locked. I took out a knife from my bag and jammed it into the lock.

It opened up so I walked in carefully and slowly. I turned around and saw a zombie standing right there, running, trying to limp towards me. As it got close enough I stabbed my knife into its head, blood splattering everywhere. And as I pulled it out, it fell to the ground. It laid there lifeless as blood poured out. I closed the door and tied a rope around it so nothing could get it. I walked over to the bed, which had another zombie on it, but this one had no arms or legs so it couldn't move. It growled at me and it struggled to move. I kind of felt sorry for it. It was a person that became a zombie and it couldn't even move. So I stabbed it, right in the center of it's forehead.

There was a bed above the bed that the zombie was on so I climbed up on to it and put my bag at the foot of it. I laid on it and tried to sleep. It was very hard to sleep but I managed to sleep for about 4 or 5 hours. I didn't sleep much because I always had the fear that a zombie would find me and bite me while I'm sleeping. And if you get bit while sleeping, you instantly become a zombie. I was always afraid to risk that.

When morning hit, I got up off the bed. I put my bag on my back and I took out a gun and put it in my holder which was clipped on to my pants. I had a knife in my hand and I held it as I searched the trailer for food. I was so fucking hungry. I opened the cabinets and saw some cans of food. I put them into my bag. I found a box of raisin bran and a half empty water bottle. I opened the box of cereal and ate what was left of it. I drank down the water and threw the bottle on the floor. I looked out the window to see if there were any zombies walking around. When I saw nothing there I walked to the door, took the rope off, put it in my bag and I ran out the door.

I continued on my journey of walking to New York. I'm pretty sure I was in Kentucky now, because at first I had been traveling south when I should've been going east so now I had to go north. Before the apocalypse, I had never been out of Michigan so I wasn't too familiar with the rest of the world.

As I walked along I stopped for a second to rest. I leaned against the hood of a car with a glass window smashed next to me. Just as I was about to go, I felt a hand grab me and pull me. There was a zombie in the car. As I tried to get away, I accidentally pulled it out of the car. It landed on top of me and I tried to push it off but it was strong. I couldn't get it off of me. Just when it was about to bite me, it's head exploded. The blood splattered all over me as it's, now headless body, fell on top of me. I pushed it off and when I looked up I saw a man standing there. He had just put his gun down.

"You're lucky I was here to help you." he said. He was short, he had long hair and he looked like he was from a hispanic decent.

"Thanks." I said. He walked over and he helped me up.

"Are you scratched or anything?" he asked. I looked at my arms and my body and I swear I saw him doing the same thing.

"No, I think I'm fine." I said.

"Okay, well I'm Vic." he said, holding out his hand for me to shake it. I looked down at it and I shook it.

"Kellin." I said.

"Where you from Kellin?" he asked.

"Michigan, you?" I asked.

"California." he said.