Chapter 2

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Ali

I was silently walking through the woods trying to find shelter.

I had my gun in position -locked and loaded- ready to attacked just in case any walkers got in my way.

The only sound that could be heard were the fall Leaves crunching under my dark-brown combat boots.

After what seemed like a life time I heard a growl coming from behind me.

I whipped around in panic and saw three walkers approaching me.

I looked down and realized that my silencer was gone.

"Fuck" I muttered

I couldn't shoot the walkers because the sound would attract other walkers nearby which lead to an entire herd of dead humans trying to kill me.

I looked around for my knife in fear but I couldn't find it.

The walkers were already a foot away from me, I raised up my gun and shot each of them in the head.

I ran as fast as I could but I was too late. About 20 to 30 more walkers came. I took out as many as I could but I was out numbered.

"I'm screwed" I told myself.

I looked around trying to find an exit out of the herd. I finally saw a gap and ran as far as I could out of the chaos.

I could feel a burning sensation in my legs and lower torso but I kept running.

I finally came across a large house that seemed to be abandoned. I pounded on the door waiting for an answer.

No answer.

I kicked open the door and slammed it shut. I let out a big huff and slid down the wall.

I didn't realizing I was bleeding until an oozing red liquid began to drip down my arm.

I quickly rolled up my sleeve and saw it was a cut and luckily not a walker bite. I got out the disinfected medicine from my bag and poured it on my wound.

From the corner of my eye I could see and hear a door silently open.

I grabbed my gun and set in a defense position.

But before I could do anything;

"Ali?"

"Ashton...?"

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