The Rising Dead | Camp camp | Max x Reader

Chapter 2: A Base or Camp?

Y/n's POV:

6 years it's been since the world has ended but it doesn't matter how long it's been, it's always the same walkers everywhere you go, groups of survivors, groups of raiders now and then and me surviving on my own. I been on my own since the last person I ever cared about is now gone, I would find groups of survivors and travel with them if their going the same way as I am but if not, I will apart from them when the time came I really see the point of being in a group it's just breaks you watching someone you care about in the group being shot or eaten by a walker. Staying in one spot is a bad idea it doesn't matter if it's safe, it's better to keep moving better chance of surviving and finding supplies, nothing really matters anymore humanity is broken just like our world.

At the moment my plain is to stay away from big cities since there of course will be mobs of walkers in one place going to a small town will have a bit of a better chance of finding enough supplies to last a few weeks or days. Walking in the forest can have an advantage and disadvantage so the chance of seeing walkers is 50/50, better than being in a big city at least.

The sun today is brighter than usual but luckily the forest trees provided shade as I walk along the dirt and leaves, there would be times where I have to use one of my hands to shade my E/c eyes from the sun light while the other still has a hold on my M4 even though it can hang since it's got a strap. Over the years of growing up and not being able to fit in some clothes anymore I managed to find a white tank-top, black rip jeans and black Nikes that fitted me along with straps for my 10mm auto and knife in some small town and found some arrows for my bow which is really lucky for me.

I came at a sudden halt standing in the middle of a forest listening to any movement as I just did before, I heard nothing but the wind of the forest and the last few animals surviving in this world but I heard no movements "I must be imagining things." That is true, I hadn't had a proper rest for so long that I'm starting to imagine things cause of my lack of sleep.

I was about to start walking again when I heard a groan coming from nearby, I crouched down going into stealth mode and moving toward where the groans are coming from once I got closer I picked a tree that is nearby and leaned against it, still crouched trying to stay out of sight. I took in a deep breathe before pecking from behind the tree, what I saw didn't surprised me in the slightest it is a walker eating a dead corpse of a women.

"No point in letting it walk around." My thoughts said as I slowly but quietly walked towards the walker pulling out my knife analysing how I should attack my prey.

"That's it, keep eating your meal you sick fuck!" Even though this is my thoughts saying all this I can still hear the tone of its voice. The walker still hasn't notice my presence as I got closer.... Until *snap* I stepped on a stick. "Shit!"

The walker stopped eating the corpse turning around to find out what made the noise, it now knows my presence and attempted to lunge at me but cause of the walkers are known as being slow I dodged with ease by rolling to the left, I get up from my crouch position and ran behind the walker before it could attempt to lunge again, knife in hand I kicked the back of its leg with force making it stumble and fall to the ground, I put my right foot on its back pushing weight on it to forbid it from getting back up. I crouch low watching it struggle for a moment before I finally stabbed the knife in its head, the walker stopped moving finally dead for real this time, I removed the knife from its head and placed it back in the strap while also getting my foot off it, I stand there going back to my train of thoughts. "Weird, it rare to see one walker in the forest." It's truly weird since they're usually together in a mob or herd or whatever.