Zombie's POV

Chapter two.

I guess the tears messed up his aim because he missed every single one... I got up again, this time nobody tried to hold me back... they all were gone... and watched me make my way over to him.

he picked up his bat and yelled "fuck it.! your the reason they are dead.!!! I loved them.!!!"

I felt a tear come down my face as I tried to say sorry... it sound kinda like "sorrarrrey" he gave me a confused look, and I found my self running after him. I couldn't control myself, I grabbed his arm he spun around and hit me in the head with a bat. *Crack.!* I lost grip on his arm and he toke that chance and ran.

I just stood there, with all that yelling and gun shots, the others had heard and were now coming from everywhere and looking for him... he was long gone.

I just started walking the other way, some looked at me as a learder , some with hate. something was dripping down my face, I moved my hand up and looked at it... it was blood.???

it was a bad cut. but it started to heal up. I just kept walking, around not knowing where I was going. every now and then you could hear a scream for help, but was soon quiet again. gun shots in the distance as the near by town was becoming over ran.

I started thinking.. was it really my fault that all of this happened.? it couldn't be.! it was that old man who had bit me three days ago.!