Few Remain, Many Lost

Chapter 6: The "Shitheads"

"Nobody knowwwws. The trouble I've seen!" I was singing to myself because today the sun was shining and there was almost no infected out. As I worked on boarding up my house more, my stomach disapproved of me eating less. So I set the nails on the ground and went upstairs to grab bread, tuna, a knife and some mayonnaise. After my tuna fish sandwich was gone, I finished boarding up my windows and started to look around my house for anything out of the ordinary.

That night I quietly laid in bed with my candle lit and my book "The Stand" when a shotgun blast made me lunge for the window. I saw a group of men wearing all red and they had guns. Lots of guns. I was pretty jealous because they had Tactical rifles, Shotguns and any other bullet weapon you can think of. They where pretty far away but I was weary. A large group of men finding a young, athletic woman won't end well, I know that.

At 11:00 pm I decided to try the radio again. "Anyone out there? I hope so because I'd feel stupid if I saw someone talking to themself. Anyway, the infected rate has gone down, did anyone notice? And I saw a group of guys wearing all green. Think I'll call them "The Shitheads" quite frightening.