(max's p.o.v! :) )
I'm out hunting those....."things"..... I'm bored and i just keep shooting them,..... i stop and walk back to base.... i live alone..... everyone i know is dead...... or a zombie...... either way.....i lost them all.....
i sit down in my base and i look through some old pictures from before this mess started..... i don't realize I'm crying until one picture gets wet from a drop.... i touch my cheek and i feel tears..... i cant stop crying as i think of them..... i miss them so much...... all my friends.... my family...... there gone.....
i get cut out from my thoughts when i hear a scream of fear, no...'zombie' screams..... or at least like that.... i run out from my base and see a man, he is surrounded by those things.... i raise my gun and shoot them dead,.... again....
the man looks up at me as i sign, 'come with me' and i run off, i hear him running after me. we both get to my base and i see that he is cut up ... REALLY bad..... but, thank god, no bite marks.... he's same from becoming those things, " h-h-hi....." he cry's. he looks tired.... and sounds scared to death...... but if i where him i would be too....., " hay,..um..... don't cry..... it'll be fine??" i say rubbing his back he doesn't jump...... he doesn't move..... he just sits next to me and cry's......and you know what? I'm done not crying, i hug him and we both just cry..... i think i know what he's been through...... and I'm not letting him go if he has......, " th-th-thank you..... so much" he cry's out.....
......., " your welcome" i whisper as i hug him and rub his back......
