Citizen Z

Chapter 1

455 days since the virus spread

"Come on..." I mutter angrily under my breath as I try opening a tap for some kind form of water, but it's run completely dry.

I sigh and look away from the tap. This is the last tap in this entire town and there's nothing left. All my supplies like food, gas and ammo are running low as well.

These are key things I need to survive.

The scorching sun is harsh on my skin. I dig in my bag and take a big sip from my bottle of water. The water cools down my burning, dry throat.

I only have half a bottle left until I can find some more water. This water is going to have to last for a while and with this intense heat, it's going to be a struggle.

I put the bottle back in my backpack and quickly run towards the alley to stay covered from the hungry zombies walking around. I constantly concentrate on my surroundings, staying alert.

My footsteps echo in the empty alley, giving me  a small dose of anxiety.

Suddenly, an unfamiliar sound grabs my attention. I quickly look forward towards where it is coming from.

It's not zombie, it's too soft toned for one of them. Too high pitched too, but the higher the pitch the more zombies it attracts.

I quietly step over the broken glass and all the dead zombies, keeping my one hand on my wall and the other on my gun.

I'm already very anxious, the whimpering is going to attract more of them.

I have to hurry before the zombies show up for their dinner party.

As I look around the corner, I see a man, sitting on the floor, clutching onto his leg which is bleeding heavily.

He cries hopelessly as he tries to get up, but he continues to struggle.

If he continues to cry like that, he's going to attract more of the zombies. That wouldn't be good.

I quietly creep up from behind him and reassuringly put my hand on his shoulder.

He screams as he feels me, I put my hand over his mouth, muffing his mouth.

"Shh, it's okay," I whisper, "I need you to be quiet, okay?" He nods shakily.

I lower my hand from his mouth and I see a tear running down his cheek.

"Hey, don't cry," I whisper, wiping off his tear with my thumb, "Come on, let's get out of here before they show up."

He nods silently and I help him up.

He tries to balance on his one leg, but it's no use. He's struggling too much, I feel sorry for him.

"No, stop," He says, breathing heavily, "It's hurts too much, I can't walk."

"Don't give up, I'll carry you. My car isn't that far." I whisper and pick him up bridal style.

I gently carry him towards the car and load him onto the back seats, allowing his leg to rest up. I tie his bleeding leg with a bandage from my only first aid kit.

The bleeding is very bad.

"Just hold still," I say as he pulls his leg away again, "What's your name?"

"My name is Frank." He says as I finish tying his leg up.

"Gerard," I say, wrapping his leg in a bandage, "This will have to do until we get somewhere safer. Don't worry, you'll be okay. I'll treat you when we get back to my place."