The Dead and The Living

Chapter Four

I woke up. I stood up and whipped my eyes. I remembered where I was and what I was doing. I searched through the junk in the shack. I found a flash light so I throw it in my bag. I went through the pockets of the walkers I killed. Nothing. I peeked out the door. It was clear so I made my way out. I walked away out of the woods back on the road. I walked down the road,  for hours. A motorcycle engine from the distance. It came closer and I kept walking. It passed me by. It didn't bother me, I kept walking. The engine stopped. "Hey" a voice said. I turned around. It was a man, tall with long hair. He looked about late 20ish  early 30 in age. "Where you heading?" he asked.  "I don't know" I said. "Any plans?" he asked. "To get away." I said looking at the ground. "I have a group, some good people, a boy, looks around your age." he said. I looked him in the eyes. "Why would you want to help me?" I asked. "Good people. What's in your bag and that gun, got any ammo, how much food you got?" he asked. "I have a hand gun, 3 boxes of ammo, some bread, peanut butter and can fruit." I said. "You ain't gonna survive out here on your own, hope on." He said, handing me a helmet. I grabbed it and got on the back. "Hold on" he said as he started it up