The Plague: Zombie Attack

Chapter 2

Reagan's POV

Christy and I hiked down the empty lane, occasionally scanning the surrounding area.I looked at her, and sighed.

Christy Howe had long blondish brown hair, that she usually kept in a ponytail. She had a scar from a battle with zombies running alongside her eyebrow. She had chocolate brown eyes, and a heart shaped face. She was fiddling with the safety on her pistols, her primary weapon.She kept making sure it was on while in its holster, but didn't want to be caught off guard

"You sure you still want to go into town?" She asked me tentatively. "Something don't quite feel right."

"Look, we need supplies. The last pit stop was over a week ago, and that was when we escaped Brookside." Brookside was where Christy and I had lived for all of our lives. We haven't seen any other exits since we made it onto the highway.

Brookside was a  small town right outside Damascus, Virginia. Caarved into the side of a mountain, Brookside had all the sterotypical markings of small town. A local diner, small time movie theater, even an old "haunted" church.  Everyone knows each other, which made it harder to kill the zombie versions.

"Well, okay. It just feels like someone is watching me." Christy looked around, pausing to stare at a fern.

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"Hey, look a Walmart!" I yelled at Christy, who jumped. "Easy Reagan, keep your voice down"

"Come on, let's go for a shopping spree. We can get food and clothing, even new weapons!"  I said, taking her hand and running towards the store. I threw open the door, and pulled Christy inside.

"Reagan, we still have to be careful, there might be zombies still in here." She said with a scowl, pulling out her secondary weapon, two hunting knifes, and held them close by her side. I pulled out my crowbar and swang it around. I pulled her away from the stench of the rotted fruit and vegatables, and headed towards the non-perishable foods. We replenished our supplies, careful to not step in any zombie remains.

We were heading towards the clothes, ready to change into warmer clothes for the incoming fall and winter seasons,when we heard voices.

"What was that?" Christy whispered, her eyes full of fear.

I pulled her behind a stand of baby clothing and peeked at the direction of the voices. 6 burly men walked into the store, calling at each other and laughing.

"So glad we finally found that tourist bitch, she was hard to catch. God, she packed a punch." One man covered in tattoos said while he was massaging a bruise on his face. "Now, to find the 2 tourists Ryan spotted at the exit."

I loked at Christy, my eyes wide open. She gave me a look that said I told you so.

Well, crap.

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Ooh, tune in to see what happens next. Also, my tech savvy friend added a picture of what is supposed to be Brookside.

-C