I woke up like every morning, scared and alone, it was two weeks after this "apocalypse" Started and I was terrified of what might happen if I turned into a walker. It was a terrible sight from where I was, walkers we're all over Atlanta, hundreds of people turned to walkers in two weeks, makes me wonder how long I have left. "Well let's get a move on." I said to myself grabbing my gun. I was headed to Warner Robins there was a safe place there for me to stay, a house in a small, empty
neighborhood. I started to walk until I heard a scream, sounded like a women, so ran toward the noise and I saw a girl, struggling to fight the Walker off her body, she looked like she was in her teens. I drawed my gun aiming for the head, that's the only place where you can kill them, and shot.
The girl slowly rolled the Walker off her and looked at me. "What the hell was that thing! " She demanded. "A Walker,"I replied," that's what I call them". She looked at me like I was crazy. The girl started to talk. "When did this all start." I said "two weeks ago, from the way I see it that was the first Walker you'd seen."
"Your right umm," She was trying to find out my name. I told her my name, "Dewey." She looked at me again, looking like she was sorry for me. Then she asked, "how old are you Dewey. " I answered her question reluctantly, "13." She looked at me again then ran off like I was not a good person. Then she turned around and said "look out. ". So I turned around to see two walkers coming at me I pulled out my gun, shot one then I went to shoot the other but the gun just clicked. I was defenseless without my gun! I went to load but there was no time. So I turned the gun to where I grabbed the barrel and hit the Walker with the handle. It was no use the Walker just move back a little, then a saw a screwdriver by a wrecked car three steps away from me. I ran to the weapon, then I realized the Walker was too big for me to reach. So I kicked its leg stunning it, then stabbed the head, some blood splattered on my shirt, but the Walker fell in defeat. I looked at the girl and said that she needed to pull her shit together.
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Never walk alone
HorrorMeet Dewey, a 13 year old kid who has to survive this undead nightmare, but unlike others he has to make choices most people won't dare to pick.