Zombie Apocalypse with teens

Chapter 3

  I wake up to the sound of eery silence, and I start to worry. I don't think the worst, as I know sometimes it's just this apocalypse, causing close to no humanity alive. I just lay in my bed for a couple minutes, staring at the ceiling, thinking how all of this went down. Why couldn't the scientist contain all of the zombies? Why couldn't he have been more careful? 

  I didn't want to wake anyone up, so I tiptoed to the kitchen, turns out, there was no one to wake up, everyone was eating, I was the last to wake up. My luck. My family laughs at my bedhead, since I didn't give a real darn crap about how I looked in the middle of all of this. I was just astonished, that all of this freaking happened, and I didn't have a mirror, so I get this laughter. Everyone looks well put together and are laughing and having bacon and eggs, I just think this is crazy.

  My mom tells me, "Stop staring at us, come and eat some of this," I do so, and I just enjoy the food and normality, in the midst of all these events, I've been closer to my family, and I'm glad for it too.

  I get up and normally, would go out for a run or walk, but instead, I grab a gun and a knife, and clear out the fence's build up over night. I decide just to use my knife, since there weren't many, and the more noise, the more attraction it would have to nearby zombies.

  Killing these things, really took a toll on me. The faces of the strangers that I saw, I was practically taking the life from them. I was not letting them live, the life that they had been turned into. The life that everyone in this safehouse was trying to avoid.

  I finish and encounter a problem, the fence doesn't have wooden posts. If too many come, they can easily bring the fence down. My first idea was to bring the tarp and wrap it in a rope form, attached to posts, but what would cover us in the rain? My second idea was much better. So I run inside and tell everyone,

 "We are going to need some logs, to make some posts to hold up the fence. Otherwise, the fence will not hold, even with a small amount of them. A dent is already there just from last night" They talk amongst themselves and say, 

"Alright then, who are you taking with you?"

  I reply, "Troy."

  Troy looks surprised since he's not much of a fighter, barely held a gun, and hasn't killed any of those things yet, but I still take him along, it'd be good for him to get some practice and to burn some adrenaline. I just hope he doesn't do anything stupid, but he has the brain of a dog, so, I don't need to worry much.

  We head out to the nearest forest, and he's doing fairly well. I taught him self defense- zombie style. I taught him how to protect and shield parts of his body. He learned how to kick them away, grab a knife in record time, and how to protect himself. 

  He held up pretty well in a real life situation, I was kinda surprised how well he did. I would need his skill for the future, because if we ever got separated from the group, I could not defend both of us, as needed supply runs were going to be done.

  As we walk, I see a cut on his left index finger, and I ask him, "How did you get that small cut? It looks like a scar, how bad was it?"

  "It was the main reason why I couldn't shoot the gun before, it was made back in school, remember when Sarah Higgins was trying to cut out pictures from the magazines? Well, she had a crush on me, as you may have known, and I liked you since then. And I told her I wasn't interested, so she 'accidentally' dropped the scissors with force onto my hand, and I moved it in time, except this finger, so that's how I got it?"

  "I'm so sorry, Sarah was always up to something, I know that for a fact." And we continued walking, and talking, until we come to what we were looking for, the nearest forest.

  We unpack our food and water, and eat. I observe the area, while eating, checking for signs of life around the area, and the wind seems to be the only thing around, other than the trees and us. This was as close to peaceful as what I was going to get in this world. And I am enjoying it.

  I finish my can, and close my water, and I start searching for a decent tree to start cutting down. Instead of doing it myself, I hand an ax to Troy, and take advantage of the point that I could teach him.

  I grabbed his arm, and taught him how to cut the tree down, and instead of him cutting with me, he flipped me over, and I landed on my behind, with him on top of me, since I pulled him down as well.

(3 hours later)

  He finished cutting a lot of trees, after we had our little moment, and I found some stray cans of food while he was cutting, and I inspected the area before heading back. The view was absolutely beautiful while we were walking, I kinda thought it was romantic, an in the moment sort of thing.

  I looked for his hand, and he reached for mine. Here I was in a zombie apocalypse, holding hands with my crush, and walking across a meadow. It was romantic, despite we had to keep killing those things on our way back. I just can't bring myself to think this is now my world.