The Good, The Bad, & The Undead

Chapter 1: ~ BANG!

~ BANG!!

[8 years after the outbreak of the zombie apocalypse]

My eye lids were  absolutely blasted with the sight of the red from my eye lids. Sun rise already? I sourly chuckled. Usually the roosters wake me up in the morning, but now? All that's changed. I need to wake up. The morning sunrise symbolises the decrease of the infected movement. It's not like I have an option anymore, because if I didn't, The only sound I'll be waking up to is the sound of my screams at the infected chomping on me like a meal. So be it. 

Painfully, I got my tired body out. Looking out at the vanity mirror in front of me, I noticed the indented dark circles under my brown eyes. Better camouflage in this day and age, I laughed sarcastically. I rubbed the top of my greasy chestnut brown hair and looked at the foriegn bed that had now become my haven for just one night.

"I hate how we have to part, this isn't fair. Don't worry, I'll find someone like you, and you should do the same." I whispered.

I grabbed my dark camo, concerningly light backpack and urged myself to move out of the room in my worn out black shoes with longsweaty grey socks, black tights, black t - shirt and black jacket. If it weren't for my obvious slightly tanned skin colour difference, I would be what I intended to be: a shadow. I walked down the stairs stealthily, who knows how more or less the amount of infected increased?

I did one last scavenge in this quiet high end house compared to some of what I've seen, and just before I left, I checked that slight crack inside the pantry because I was starting to run low on food. No way, jackpot! I smiled and took several of the canned soups and fruits when I heard the sound of a shotgun blast open the lock of the front entrance.

"Shit!" I cussed

I stopped frosen in my tracks adn eyed the back door in view that was in the front room. Tip toeing to the door, I silently prayed that the door didn't need to be opened with a key. I unlocked the knob and twisted it ever so slightly, with adrenaline coursing through my veins. It kepts turning until I could pull it open. Thank you door, but I felt unease as I theorized about the fate of the people that once lived here.

"She's in here!" I heard a gravelly voice shout, snapping me out of my guilt gripped trance. Dread filled my body, there was more than one. He through a dagger just after I bolted, just missing the core of my leg, but leaving a trail of blood from some slightly open wound. I stumbled upon impact and couldn't jump fast enough and in time upon a dead body lay there to decay on the edge of the lawn, resulting in a scab on my upper left kneecap.

"Great, two bleeding gashes in a day. Glad I don't lived in a blood luring, flesh eating, infected filled earth. Oh wait, I do." I muttered angrily.

There's no way I could make a run for it in the woods. With the injuries I had, it's quite hard to pass by, without attracting the infected, let alone outrun the people I think they are. So I hid in the hollow inside of a tree. I sneakily scoped my surroundings, to find what confirmed my suspicions: hunters. Hunters are different in this new world we live in. Now, they are cruel, heartless people preying on the innocent instead of doing actual labour to get what they need, and at times, what they want, a luxury almost anyone can't afford today. They believe they are helping the innocents, falsely thinking they are doing good by giving them a reason to live, instead of dying because they aren't the absolute fittest of the surviving. But the truth was, they needed a good reason to live or else that alone would be a good enough reason to die.

I'm pulled from underneath my shoulders and hurled out of the tree on the stony ground, to find a hunter's barbaric eyes staring straight into my eyes. With the length of the gun he pulls me up to my feet and higher against the tree. 

"You look like a nice piece of meat to fry. What else do you have with ya?" he asked me, peering down at my small frame.

"My dignigty! Instead of being brainwashed into thinking I need to prove my existence to you!" I spat back angrily. 

I think hunters are even more dangerous than the normally infected population. 

"You'll fetch a nice price on the hunter's market with such a lean body compared to the fat on an obese person; I guess you're too small." He pondered, deciding what to do with the rest of my life without my consent. "I'll bring you to the prison for maybe a few years until you grow tall enough to become a slave or fat enough to make a feast." His foul breath was devouring all the oxygen within his radius and stealing all the oxygen from my lungs. He wrapped his arms like a forest of vines and lifted me up to drag me away.

"You're not taking me alive!" I struggle until my foot comes into contact with his groin and satisfyingly, he falls to the ground and shouts in agony. He did deserve that and I couldn't help but chuckle. Spinning around I was ready for a sprint but my smile dropped when I realised there was something hard and smooth pressed towards me and the sound of a slight click was heard; he took the safety off the gun. The tip of his rifle was placed on my back   

"Dead wouldn't be too bad either" he said wickedly. "We'll just make do with what good parts you have to eat."

That psychopath! What kind crazy bastard has he turned into? But then again, who could blame him. He must've been hunting deers or something with his attire before all this happened, but had gotten his level headed mind twisted into the likes of a savage group. All I knew was that I swore to myself on that day to never turn into someone like him. Sure he may be still functionally alive, but inside, his soul was darker than any zombie I've encountered.

I wasn't fast enough to move the gun, I knew this was complete surrender. Dun dun, dun, dun, I could actually hear my heart racing inside my chest that would soon no longer beat. Staring death right in its face seemed all too fake. I didn't feel any braver though, like in the movies where a warrio would feel empowered to perform something heroic. Just more afraid, and waiting for my lifeless body to fall on the ground. I bit my lip chocked back some tears that threatened to fall. This can't be it, this cam't be it, I closed my eyes anyway.

This is it, surviving  these weeks just to fail and not reach the quarantine zone... I had to. But I guess death would be better than living in this pathetic graveyard we still call earth.

I was waiting the sound that would end my life, for the gun to sound when BANG! 

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HELLO HELLO CHOC CHIPS!! ^O^ I seriously dont know if anyone's going to read this, but hai hai! This is the start of a novel that I want to write for fun, because I'm in the middle of writing a serious one that I've been trying to do for months and months and months, but sometimes I get writer's block and I need a creative outlet to stop my brainfarts and to stop thinking so hard that i'm literally draining the inspiration from my mind... *collapses into a foetal position and turns into a potato O.O CREATIVITY!! PLEASE TELL MEH WHATCHA THINK!! 

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