Zombies aren't real... right?
Wrong.
A small ragtag group of survivors, plus millions of zombies?... = trouble.
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Leslie and her companions, take a trek to Atlanta in hopes of finding refuge from the never-ending onslaught of the undead...
Loud bangs at the door, echoed throughout the small house, causing anxiety among the survivors.
"Oh my god," Sam whimpered. He was afraid that he would slow the others down too much, due to his injury. Which would lead to his death, and the deaths of his friends. He was overall more concerned about their lives, than his own. "Guys," he said seriously. "If y'all could get out of here faster without me... Just go."
"Don't try to be the hero, Sam," Leslie stated." we're all getting out of here, and to Atlanta, alive."
"I'm just sayin'-"
"No!" Leslie snapped, and Sam flinched. "So just shut up."
"Leslie you stubborn bitch-" The glare Leslie gave him, caused him to trip over his words. "I..I-I um.. Sorry." He said pathetically, feeling his cheeks heating up. He looked away, with an embarrassed expression painted on his face.
Leslie shook her head, and clicked her tongue, before returning her attention to the others. "Alright, let's try to find some weapons..." She said. "Oh, and Ezekiel, is your ankle okay? Can you run?"
"Yeah, I think." Ezekiel murmured. He seemed unfocused, and distant. He ran a hand through his reddish hair, and sighed.
"You think?"
Ezekiel finally looked her in the eye. "Yeah." He said slowly.
"We should get going," Joelle said. Her hands rested on her hips, and her lips pursed. "Or these rotters are gonna be dining on our organs."
"I'd like to keep all my body parts," Wayne let out a soft chuckle, his lips curved into a smirk. "So, agreed."
"Well.. What are we waiting for?!" Kate flashed a smirk as well.
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The survivors gathered objects they deemed suitable for weapons. There was an assortment of knives in the kitchen, a plethora of baseball bats in one of the bedrooms, and a single rifle that was carelessly left in the dining room.
"Anyone know how to shoot a gun, besides me?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. Ezekiel and Joelle were helping him walk towards the front door.
No one replied.
"I'll take that as a no." Sam murmured. He peered out a slightly cracked window. "Daaaamn!" He said, drawing out the word. "I shoulda stayed in Texas."
Several zombies were milling around in the yard, it appeared that they had caught a rabbit... And one was gnawing on a human arm.
"I'm glad I came to Pennsylvania," Leslie stated. "I'm from New York.. I would be dead by now if I was still there."
"I'm from Georgia." Wayne added.
"I came here on vacation, from Jersey." Joelle said. She too, peeked out the window.
"I've lived here as long as I can remember." Kate sighed. "Where are you from?" She asked, looking at Johnny.
"M-mommy and daddy took me here on vacation.. We live at Maine."
"Way too cold up there for me." Sam chuckled. "Hell, it's too chilly here too. Why the fuck did I come here again?"
"Watch your mouth," Leslie snapped, sending him a scolding glare. "There's a six year old here."
"So? If I ever have a kid, I'd let 'em swear, especially in a freakin' zombie apocalypse."
"Thank god you don't have a kid."
"Yet." A suggestive smirk appeared on Sam's face. He winked at her, which sent a shiver down Leslie's spine.
I ship it. Joelle thought to herself.
"Let's go!" Leslie finally said.
The door was opened.... And the zombies started waddling towards them.
The first one that approached them, looked like it used to be an old lady. Her eyes were glazed over and bloodshot, brownish blood stained her tattered clothing. Her skin was a ghastly grey colour, and her teeth were rotting.
Crack! Leslie slammed a baseball bat against the creature's skull.
The monster stumbled back, growling furiously. The hit didn't seem to do much. Leslie hit it twice more, before the creature fell to the ground, with stale blood gushing out it's cracked skull.
"Want me to try the gun?" Sam asked hurriedly. Several more zombies lumbered towards the door.
"Sure!" Leslie exclaimed, she swung her bat at one of the creatures.
"Okay." Sam loaded the gun, with the very small amount of ammo they found within the house. He leaned sideways against the door, putting his weight on his uninjured leg. "Someone please stand behind me, and don't let me fall on my ass."
Wayne nodded, and stood behind him.
"Here we go.." Sam aimed the rifle at one of the zombies, and pulled the trigger. The rifle slammed back against his shoulder, since he was balancing on one leg, he went reeling backwards.
Wayne caught him, and helped him stand without the aid of the door. Luckily he had shot the creature directly in the head, and it fell to the ground.
Leslie and Joelle handled the other two, by mercilessly bashing their skulls open with baseball bats. Their blood splattered onto the sidewalk, creating a gruesome mosaic on the pavement.
"We need to find a vehicle, and get the hell out of here!" Wayne shouted. "Look! In the neighbor's driveway!"
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A (class A) Rv, was parked in the neighboring house's driveway.
