We found love in a hopeless place

Chapter 1: Alone.

Ten's pov.

I coughed and struggled as I ran, having to find a hiding place quickly before the sun would set. I almost tripped on a piece of wood, but I only sprained my ankle. I groaned and whimpered for a second, but continued to run. I stopped when I saw a barn, letting out a soft sob out of relief. I ran towards it, struggling to run since my ankle was killing me.

I entered the barn, it was completely dark inside. I searched for a flashlight in my backpack, turning it on and shining it around for a bit. I turned around and locked the door, boarding it with a wooden plank. I sighed as I saw the windows were already covered with wooden planks, knowing I didn't have to do that.

"Wait, if they're boarded up, someone has been here before..."

I thought for a second, immediately running in further to see if the person had left behind any useful resources. I gasped as I found a gun and a few bullet rounds, putting those in my backpack. I turned around as I saw the sunlight fading from the few holes in the wooden planks, gulping as I knew I was in for a rough night. I sat down onto some hay, keeping an eye on everything. I knew I wouldn't get any sleep tonight, being way too nervous to even blink. Suddenly, I got really tired and fell asleep.

I woke up the next day, a ray of sunshine falling onto my face. I yawned, sitting up and looking around. I sighed, realizing I was still in the same barn and not at home with my mother. I stood up, grabbing my stuff and getting ready to go out. I knew the infected had already evacuated since it was light outside, they would catch fire if they even went into the light.

I exited the barn, seeing trails of dark blood. I sighed, knowing they had been waiting for me. I'm glad I hadn't been awake, it would've been too terrifying. I couldn't stand hearing them whisper to me at night about how I should get out and join them. I always thought infected wouldn't do anything but moan and groan, but the talking is way worse. It's creepy when you've got a few of them at your door, talking from outside to you about how it's so much better to be one of them.

I know what happens when you join them, and I don't want to die just yet. They've been getting more aggressive, I guess they're getting more hungry. Maybe they should start eating each other. I chuckle to myself. I look up, seeing the grey sky makes me feel depressed. I keep looking down at the white snow, not wanting to see anything else. I hum a song to myself, the lack of noise making me go crazy. I wish I wasn't alone in this hell, if you can even call it that.

I continue humming, not really knowing where I'm going. I feel my stomach starting to rumble, knowing I had to find a source of food. I looked around, seeing a dead infected laying around. I gulp, knowing what I had to do. I slowly walked over to the body, poking it with a stick to make sure it was dead. I sighed in relief, bending down and grabbing a bag. I started cutting into the flesh, having to swallow down vomit the entire time. I put the flesh into the bag, wanting to cook it to make it somewhat edible.

As I entered the barn again, I heard the hay making noise. I immediately pulled out my gun, yelling at the person to turn around and put their hands up.

"I haven't seen another person in years, who are you?"

"I'm Johnny, just Johnny."