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It begins

Its cold, damp, and i'm sweating buckets.

I've also got a gun pointed at a Walker.

Someone I knew too.

His name was Carl. And yes, his name is self-explanatory. He was the biggest geek ever. Totally convinced he's Otherkin.

But hey, in a world infected with Zombies you can be whoever the hell you want.

Anyways, the gun is slipping, the sweat on my palms building and it feels like my hands can't take it's weight. This happens all the time when I try to take a Walker that I knew down. This means I need to shoot .

Right. Now.

So, boom. Headshot. Carl looks stunned for about a second, then collapses. Game over for him. Of course this is real life, but when I think about it as a game, it's so much less scary. I don't feel the need to break down every two seconds because my whole family abandoned me and everyone else I knew became Zombified.

If you're feeling a bit confused (which you probably are) here is some background info:

My names Joey Parker, I'm 15, and I'm alone.

All alone in this hellhole which is now the world we live in.

My dad left me in Arizona, while he went to go search for a refugee camp. A place where its 'safe from anyone infected.' Psh, I'm sure. My mom is now a Walker. She comes by a lot, trying to get into the house she once lived in. But the doors are all bolted shut, there are wooden boards placed up against the windows and no lights are on. No sounds can be heard either. It's like no one lives here anymore.

Except I do, and it's pretty damn scary. The Walkers are a lot more active at night, so I sleep during the day. I can't shoot any Walkers unless completely necessary. They like noise and they love gunshots. It means something is living, something they can feast upon.

But I'm not at home anymore.

I'm in the middle of nowhere. After endless days searching for a refugee camp, as my father did, I have ended up nowhere. It's freezing, definitely below zero, and my bones are aching from walking so much. I should rest, but I can't. Knowing there are Walkers out there trying to eat peoples brains sickens me.

Now, let me tell you about the Walkers. I don't call them Zombies because they are nothing like those droopy, slow, sluggish, dead-like creatures everyone presumes they are. I call them Walkers because they walk. And run, quite fast actually. They are like any human being you've ever seen. Picture someone gorgeous, and thats a Walker for you. They are a sight to see. But their eyes. Thats how you know someone is infected. They don't have brown, or blue, or green, or hazel eyes. Their silver. And if you look at them too long, they can read your mind. It tripped me out once I saw my mother turn. The Walker stalked up to her and asked her how she was doing. She ran, fell over her own feet, and the Walker read her mind while he sat on top of her. He knew me and my dad were in the house, and he knew we were leaving to go to a safer place. And thats when my dad told me to close my eyes. But I heard her scream. And I knew she was a goner.

Enough of that looking-back-down-memory-lane junk. It's time to move forward. So I do. I get up from my hiding spot. So far, I've only seen 3 Walkers out in the past half an hour. Thus, more Walkers to come. Some of them are complete charmers, others just want your brains, and they are not afraid to say that they- holy gosh, I think I see civilization.

Far far far up ahead of me, I see a small tent, and a campfire. I can't tell if someones there of not, but if I get closer I just might.

Now this - this tiny bit of hope I still have- is what makes me not give up. Because If I find someone else, they can take me somewhere safe. I'll be able to actually have a decent conversation with someone. Yes the Walkers can talk, but when I talk to them, it's sarcastic remarks and toying with they're minds. Maybe this human person un-Walker kid can take me to the refugee camp my dad was always talking about. He brought everything. Half of our house was inside that tiny car of his. And I miss him so much, it's unreal. I know, I'm setting myself up to fall because my dad is probably a Walker, but if I only thought depressing thoughts, I would've ended my life once he left.

As I get closer, I see no movement whatsoever. I'm extremley close now. Just a few more steps and I'm on this guys territory.

Not a single sound.

If this guy is human, then he is doing an amazing job at making me think that no one is here. Or maybe no one really is here. Maybe this is just a trap that one of the Walkers set up. But then again, the Walkers arn't very bright. They are almost everything but bright.

"Put the gun down, and don't move a muscle." a voice said from behind me.

Unfortunately, not the familiar one I was dying to hear.

But I contemplated putting the gun down as every inch of me screamed:

"You stupid, stupid girl, Joey. You are going to die."

 The gun hit the ground with a gut-wrenching crash.

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Sorry I can't really stick with a story.

I dunno whats up with me lately :P

BUT title suggestions are desperately needed.

peas&shmankyou (: