Dayzero

Thes are people's story of there survivel on zombie infestation thes are there story's some longer then other diffrent P.O.V  and some more killing then others

Story one like ships passing at night

It is a rare thing to find oneself taking the first steps of a new journey, with a full belly and a heavy pack jingling with precious cans of food. My friend and I had finished our scavenging in Chernogorsk, and were headed North. I have started to despise that city, and was more than glad to see it disappearing behind our backs.

As we edged our way along a concrete wall, I checked behind us to make sure we were not being followed. A few seconds passed and my friend's startled voice interrupted the ocean breeze;

"Behind you! Guys running towards us! Look out!"

I spun around in a state of panic, Lee Enfield in hand, heart hammering at my chest cavity. A few hundred feet away, two human figures appeared in full flight. They rose over a small hill, along with a dozen zombies with thoughts of today's meal.

I pulled the trigger.

I'm not sure where I was aiming; the bullet passed harmlessly through the air as a warning. Was I like everyone else in this old world, where the law of the jungle has been reawakened? I am not as comfortable as some to kill so thoughtlessly. These travelers looked much like us.

There was not much time to see-saw with each other's lives in check, as the shot awakened the living dead around us.

"Run!" - We ran forward, and that was our only motivation. I turned my head to the right in passing, saluting in spirit, to the distorted reflection several yards away. We ran by each other, like ships passing in the night. Each with a strange wake, driving us forward.

Continuing north, we found safety and eventually, other adventures. We never saw those travelers again.