Luke's P.O.V.
It's been a little over 2 years since all of this began. I was 15 years old, had a happy family, I did good in school, until everything changed in a blink of an eye. If you already didn't know, the world has been over come with zombies...walkers I like to call them. I lost my mom and dad, my brothers, everyone.
I found a group within 3 months of it happening. It's all the same shit really.... All you need to do is survive. My group was pretty big, over 10 people. We stuck together for 2 years...2. But we all know 2 years was enough.
We found acres of land, fenced in and no walker to be in sight because of the lake that surrounded it. We were there for about 8 months until we were attacked. Attracting every walker from miles. I lost everyone, again.... My mind was boggling as all I could hear were screams and guns firing.
I got out of there with all my limbs and no bites, but I did get shot in my right thigh. I yelled name to name to see if anyone was alive...no answer. Unless I wanted to get eaten alive I had to keep moving. I grabbed my gun and started running as fast as I could with extreme pain running down my leg.
2 weeks later and I've been wandering from caves to woods to roads, to nothing. I only have 3 bullets left and a stick I sharpened to at least have some backup. As if I had lost all hope, it suddenly came back. There was a small neighborhood with big houses...perfect. I struggle to run across the walkers, with my leg still being injured. I run into the house I first see.
I close and lock the door and I start banging on the walls to see if any walkers are in. No sound....I think I'm okay for now... I hobble upstairs, with my leg starting to bleed again. I go into the bathroom and I search for medical supplies such as bandages or something to help me out.
As I'm searching through the bathroom, I hear a click from a gun.
"Who the hell are you?" I slowly turn around to find a boy with a loaded gun pointing straight at my face. He had curly hair, being pushed away with a bandana. He was covered in sweat, and blood as if he just came back from fighting walkers.
I put my hands in the air, "I-I didn't know someone had claimed this, I was just looking for-sorry Ill go now, no trouble needed." I pick up my gun and proceed to step out of his way. I see his eyes lowering down to my thigh. "Are...you hurt?" He said lowering his gun down. I look down at my thigh, which was redder from the blood. I winced at the pain while I placed my hand over it.
"Uh..yeah. I am...I was just looking for bandage wraps.." He furrowed his eyebrows and set the gun down. "Just sit down over there, ill go get some." Not knowing if I fully give out my trust, I go sit on the chair that's placed in the hall. The boy came out with some sort of medicine and bandages. "Here..." I gave him a nod and he slightly smiled for return. I wrapped my leg up and sighed in anger.
"Thanks for the supplies..I better be-" before I could finish he asks "What happened?" I looked at him with shock. "Long story..." I said looking down. He quietly laughed. "It's not like I have to be somewhere....oh and uh...sorry for almost blowing your face off..." I thought for a minute, still trying to process.... "I had a group, we got attacked, I got shot, lost them, and now I'm here." I shrugged my shoulders. He looked at me with a pity look, with his eyes looking dull.
"Oh I'm sorry man....if it makes you feel better....I've been on my own for the whole thing." I raised my eyebrows at him, "what? The whole thing....?" He nodded with a small smirk "yep...the whooooole fucking thing......by the way..I'm ashton. I know we're in like in the middle of a zombie apocalypse but it's nice to introduce yourself."
This guy seemed pretty....enthusiastic for being alone for 2 years and having the world infested with walker disease... "Luke...."
