A/N: NEW UPDATE BECAUSE I'M AWESOME BUT ENJOY ANYWAYS! YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME FOR STICKING WITH ME!
THIS IS DEDICATED TO MY FRIEND MADISON AGAIN BECAUSE SHE GIVES ME ALLOT OF IDEAS FOR THIS STORY! ANYWAY'S ENJOY!
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Mitchell's P.O.V
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We keep running as the dead are catching up.
I run straight and when I look back.
No one is following me.
I'm Alone.
The dead follow my friends as they take a left.
I go to turn back after them but I don't, knowing I'll get caught up with the dead.
I keep running away. Leaving what ever it is behind me.
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Later That Night
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I'm walking down the dark road.
Katana in hand.
No lights showing what so ever.
The rocks on the road crunching under my boots
As I walk.
The only sound is the rock's under my feet.
It's almost.... Peaceful.
I can see a tree house in the distance in a backyard.
Should I sleep In it??
I decide to go sleep in the tree house, so I run to the back yard.
Clear..
I climb up the ladder to be met with a gun.
Pointed straight at my head.
I look up to find it's a little boy around thirteen years old.
"Are you bit" He ask's with a strong voice that squeaks a little.
"No I am not, I got separated from my group and I saw this tree house and decided to sleep in it and now.. I'm here with you" I reply
He do not reply and don't move.
So I push the gun slowly away and climb in the tree house.
The boy looks at me.
"What's your name?" I ask.
He smiles.
"Conner, and yours?" He answers and ask's.
"Mitchell" I say and shake his hand.
"How old are you Conner?"
He hangs his head for a minute and answer's
"Thirteen, what about you?" I guessed right.
"I'm 33"
"So Conner tell me a little about yourself and what happened as the world wen't to hell" I ask him and he gladly answer's.
"Well the day of the out break I was at a friends house and my father came and got me, he had bags and weapons in the back, he explained everything to me and we wen't to a camp, I was 11 at the time, After a year or so at the camp it got over runned by the zom-" I cut him off
"Don't call them that, call them walkers... it is less depressing"
He nods and continues.
"walkers, and I grabbed my dads gun and a bag and I ran, leaving my dad behind, I don't know if he is dead or not to this day, I found this tree house and have been up here for about a year. Going out a little and scavenging what I can find, food, water, ammo, weapons. One day I found a little girl named Suzy but she was bit and turned before we got back here. And now... I'm with you. The walkers can't climb so when they find me they stay at the bottom and I just shoot them with my suppressor. I learned that sound attracts them because once I shot and walkers surrounded my best friend... And well the radio taught me to shoot the head a while back before the broadcasts stooped. I'm now just here waiting to be saved" He finishes.
I nod taking it all in.
Wow this kid has been threw allot.
Conner ask's the question I was dreading.
"What about you?"
And so I tell him everything, right from the start, to right now.
I cry telling him about losing everyone.
When I finish he just hug's me.
I hug back and smile.
I like Conner, He's kind.
I look out the tree house door to find the sun slowly coming up.
I look down to find Conner cuddled into my feet asleep.
So I just lay my head down and sleep.
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Cole's P.O.V
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The sun is coming up and I wake everyone.
Today we find Mitchell, dead or alive.
When everyone wakes fully we all hop out of the back of a delivery truck.
And walk to where we lost Mitchell.
No word's are spoken, as any sound will attract the walkers.
We manage to track Mitchell's footprints with the help of Nick. He tracks.
The footprints stop in the middle of the road and make a sharp right.
That's when we completely loose track as we enter a meadow, filled with walkers.
And they all turn to us.
Shit.
With one swift move I take my pistol out and start shooting along with everyone else.
I don't care if the sound attracts more walkers. We NEED to find Mitchell.
Dead or Alive.
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A/N: HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS UPDATE! KINDA LONG! WHAT DO YOU THINK OF CONNER? PICTURE ON THE SIDE! AND SOMEONE MESSAGED ME AND ASKED WHAT HAPPENED TO KATELYN'S BABY, IT DIED WHEN WE LOST THE CAMP. ANYWAYS! BYE! UPDATE SOON!
~Mitchell
Xoxox
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HorrorAs the dead rise and eat the living, Mitchell and his friends struggle to survive, Against the dead, and people. There's always the pain of loosing loved ones, the enormous herds of zombies, the growing starvation, and the number of camps slowly dwi...
