Zombieland

Chapter 1

Running. Running was the only thing on my mind. I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Fast as the rain falls from the sky, or however you describe it. I hated zombies. I've always hated them. And now that they're actually real and not just a scary story to tell, I'm not happy.

And I bet you're wondering why I'm still alive? It's because I'm just smart like that. I was always a nerd growing up and I'm a nerd now. Nothing has changed. I'd always been the child to read books at home instead of play outside. But it's too late now. I can't do that anymore. I've got to trust no one but myself.

Ever since my family got infected, for obvious reasons, I'm not sure why or how since they were with me at the time, I basically had to shoot them. But I failed so I ran out of the house, leading to where I am now.

I clutched my double barrel in my hand as I ran to the nearest gas station. It seemed deserted which gave me enough time to reload and to put my hair up so it wasn't getting in my way. I mean, what if zombies could pull hair? Might as well be safe.

I'm Selena, but you can call me Texas, because that's where I was born. That's one rule for Zombieland. Never give people your name or never get too close. Because who knows, they could turn into a zombie. I've learned that from experience since my family died.

I walked into the little store, looking down every isle and seeing nothing. Opening up the restroom, I saw the worst possible thing ever. A zombie, about my age I'm guessing, eating someone else's fingers. I felt the vomit come up to my throat but I swallowed it. But it came up again. I hate life.

I ended up throwing up on the ground and the zombie turned to look at me. Her ripped night gown and that black bile that surrounded her mouth. It made me sick and it made me wonder how do these things even exist.

She roared and lunged towards me and I pressed the trigger but it made a clicking sound. I forgot to reload because of my stupid stomach. Once again, I hate my life.

I panicked and took the head of my gun and rammed it into her head and she dropped to the floor. I hit her again just to make sure. Another rule in Zombieland, always Double Tap.

I quickly reloaded and put my hair up, looking down at myself. In Zombieland you always got to wear clothes that cover yourself.

For example, I'm wearing dark jeans, a black leather jacket, and a white v-neck. You never want to have yourself revealed or else you'll get bit. I've learned that because I've seen it before. And not just because of my family, but someone else.

I finished my hair and l walked cautiously out of the gas station, clutching my gun to my chest. I was walking away until I heard a few groans and saw about 5 zombies heading-- no, running, actually, to me. I slapped my forehead and started to run.

Another rule to surviving Zombieland is Cardio. You always gotta be fast on your feet or else you're going to be a zombie.

I looked back and shot one in the head and it fell to the ground, tripping another zombie on the way. I turned a corner and I wanted to stop running but I couldn't. Adrenaline was my best friend at the moment. I looked back and they were still following me. Screw my life.

I suddenly fell and landed on my butt. My leg was throbbing and my gun was to my side. The zombies quickly started making their way towards me. I know I've already said this so much, but screw my life.