Chapter 1

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Ella's p.o.v

I shoot my arrow across the field smoothly. It hits the walker I was aiming at. I run towards it, with my knife in hand, ready for anything. I grab my arrow out if the walker. I wipe the blood on my skinny jeans. I shove the knife in my back pocket. I push my side fringe behind my eye as I put my long black hair into a side ponytail and slide it across my chest. it reaches all the way to my waist. I slide my bow and arrow around my shoulders and walk towards the highway. I turn and start to walk down the road. I hear a grumle from my stomach, and I reach into my bag and find a pack of tiny teddies. I shove a few into my mouth and toss the rubbish away. there's no really possibility to clean up this zombie mess so... I finally reach a store. I kick open the door with my bow and arrow ready and my knife in easy reach. I grab a few things and stuff them into my bag. I walk out and look in the next store. CLOTHES!!!! what a bonus. I grab almost everything and stuff them into my bag. by now the bag is completely full. I leave a few dollars on the counter, I've always felt weird not to pay for clothes. then I walk out. I run up to this sign that says terminus. I'm not really into this whole group thing, but I'm pretty curious so I decided to follow the tracks and see where they go.

2 weeks later

Ive been walking for 2 weeks now and finally made it. I was introduced by these strangers who offered food to new comers. I knew something was up. I knocked the good on the floor when they handed me some. I shot with my arrow one of their men, they started shooting at me, after a few minutes I started to realise they were leading me somewhere. finally they told me to stop, drop my weapons and walk into the cart. I'm not typically the person that likes to do what others say but, this was a completely different situation. I walked into the cart by my self and sat down in the corner. Thoughts surrounding my head like a flood. who are these people?, what do they want?, do they want me? Am I the only one left? and I fell into a deep sleep.

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