New World Order

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DISCLAIMER: This is a book about the zombie apocalypse. It is written just for FUN. If any aspects of it copy any other zombie based book, movie, tv show, it is purely by coincidence. It will also contain strong language and some mature scenes. This was cowritten and planned by GuavaSmoothie. Enjoy! <3

Isa Romain

We've been on the road for weeks now, struggling to survive against the zombies. We were the few people from our town who even made it out with our lives. "The virus is treatable," they said. "We'll keep you safe," they said.

They lied.

It is part of all of us, manifesting slowly. While some of us are being slowly eaten bit by bit, others are immune. Some go fast, others slower. One day though, we all will succumb. Even the immunes. It's inevitable. Soon, there will be no humans left, simply the shells of us.

The moon is full tonight. We've managed to find a house far enough away from the nearest town that there are no threatening herds of zombies near us. I've taken the first watch, I'll probably take the rest of the night's watches too. The others need their sleep more than I do. We've been trekking at a heavy pace, needing to get to Chicago.

Why Chicago you ask? Because of Luke's aunt. She runs a teeny-tiny airport just outside of Chicago. If we reach it in time, we might have a chance of living a little longer.

So far, we haven't ran into many other survivors. The virus is spreading horrendously quick and barely anyone has an immune system that can resist the bacteria completely. A snore floats up from inside.

I turn my head to the window and find Lucy curled up in a ball, Luke's muscular arm wrapped around her abdomen. He's always been protective of her. I don't know why, though. They met the same time we did. Finn and Noah are in separate corners. While they get along, they definitely have contrasting personalities.

I never thought I'd be traveling with any of them. Surprisingly enough, I knew Lucy and Finn before all of this began. Noah and Luke are just people we met along the way. I don't know if we'll pick up any others if we do come across survivors. Most likely, we'll be ambushed, get lost, then go on our separate ways. We don't want trouble, but I won't hesitate to shoot first if need be. Lucy is the only one of us who doesn't kill the zombies, or people.

Do I wish that she was able to? Of course. But I understand why she can't. All of this was horrible. Watching the people we love dying off one by one until there is no one left. Lucy was hit the hardest. She watched her own sister die and was the only one with her at the time, so she had to be the one to put her out of her misery.

Of course, we've all had to put down someone we love, but she's not a born fighter. Honestly? I have no idea how much longer she will survive.

A sound catches my attention and my head snaps to the spot where it came from. It's a voice. Someone is near. Not a zombie... a person... Pulling my gun out of it's holster, I ease myself up from where I was sitting. My conscience screams at me.

What if they're dangerous? What if they're going to kill everyone? What if...

But what if they're not like that? I decide to go against my better judgement and make my way through the foliage to the soft voices. A small clearing reveals itself up ahead. I see three figures. Two standing and one lying on the ground. The other two are kneeling on either side of the prone figure. The person on the ground is a girl with brilliant blonde hair splayed out underneath her head. She has bigger build, obviously weighing a little over one hundred and fifty pounds. The figure on her right side is a girl as well. I can make out her pale skin and light, almost nonexistent freckles. The figure on her left is a boy. Blood is smeared across his forehead, covering a rose-sized gnash.

The girl kneeling has all sorts of nasty looking weapons on her. Her short, dark hair falls in front of her face , it's jagged edges barely scraping her shoulders as it moves. She looks to be Asian. The boy has only a gun that I can see, he brushes his black bangs away from his face. Both of them are carrying multiple packs. They must have loads of supplies with them. The girl curses.

"The cowards didn't even have the guts to confront us face to face. Do we have enough medical supplies to clean this? Luckily for Court, the cut isn't that deep. They didn't know how to use their weapons very well," the girl says. She has a layered, complex voice.

"I don't know, Tar. Are you sure you'll be able to help her? Even with the experience you do have, you've never done anything like this before," the boy's voice is deep. He seems to be around my age, if not a few years older.

"I have to try, now don't I?" the girl snaps at him. "I can't just let her die, Zack. I've watched too many people die. I can't lose Court too."

"Tara, we don't have anywhere safe to do this. We need to be able to set up camp somewhere, especially since Court won't be able to trek on for at least a few days," the boy, Zack, murmurs.

"I'm not giving up on her! She'd do exactly the same for me," Tara's voice turns desperate. I can't just let their friend die, even if I don't know them... can I? Would it make a a bad person if I did? Do the standards dividing good and bad even exist in this new world?

I have to help them, I decide.

My feet move me out of my hiding spot slowly. A branch snaps in half beneath my feet. Both of their heads swivel in my direction. Tara draws a scimitar from a sheath on her back. How did she even get her hands on one of them?

"Who's there?" she growls, holding her deadly weapon with ease. She must be accustomed to it. I approach the clearing slowly, so they don't think that I am attempting to attack them.

"I mean no harm. Your friend is hurt. I have a place that is safe enough for her to be treated," I say, holding my hands up in the air. Both of them study me curiously.

"How exactly do we know that we can trust you?" Tara asks, skeptically. I don't blame her.

"Tara, Courtney needs help. If she's telling the truth, we have a better chance of saving her," Zack murmurs.

"She wouldn't die either way. I wouldn't allow it." The glare Tara tosses at Zack would make even Noah back up in fear.

"Why don't we just scope it out, alright? Court really needs help and soon or else she might bleed out, right?" Tara sighs through her nose, but nods reluctantly. She turns her eyes toward me.

"If you even think about hurting us, I won't hesitate to use any of these." She gestures to the many weapons sheathed on her body. I nod my head.

"Follow me, then." Zack sweeps up Courtney bridal style and nods at me to begin walking. Tara takes up the rear, not surprisingly. She doesn't seem like the kind of person to let something slip over her head without her knowledge of it.

"Before we get back, I should tell you I am traveling with four others. Their names are Lucy, Luke, Noah, and Finn. My name's Isa."

"Did you just conveniently forget to mention you were traveling with people?" Tara mutters. "Well, either way, you know our names already so introductions are pointless." We stay silent the rest of the way back to the cabin. I push open the door and everyone jolts awake.

Before I can say anything, Noah and Finn jump up, pulling their guns from their holsters. Luke does the same, pushing Lucy behind him. Tara lets out a snarl and draws her scimitar. In a flash, she's at my back holding it to my throat. Zack sets Courtney down behind him and pulls out his gun too.

This is not good.