I started running around the house grabbing everything I could. I grabbed my backpack and dumped everything out. I took my gun, knife, clothes toothbrush and food and turned out all the lights in my house. I sat in my room looking out the window. I don't know how but the sky was getting darker. I could see a few rouge zombies walking around outside and I knew more were going to come. I knew I had to get out of my house. I put my hair up into a bun and grabbed my shoes. I went outside and went to my car. I hit the gas as fast as I could. I didn't know where I was going but I was hoping somewhere far enough away that the outbreak wouldn't get to me. I had already been living on my own for a while but I knew how to survive. I kept telling myself that I would be one of the people who made it out alive but there was a piece of me who was doubting that. I kept driving and eventually came to a road that had about 20 zombies around. My mind started going into a panic and all I could do was keep driving. I was so distracted from the zombies that I had crashed into a light pole. The zombies were getting closer and I grabbed my bag and started running as fast as I could down the street. I didn't make it too far when the tripped and fell. I had twisted my ankle and couldn't get up. I knew that this was the end. I started to cry and except my fate... then I heard the gunshots. I looked up through my teary eyes and saw a car driving with the windows open shooting the zombies. The mystery person shot all of the zombies and parked the car. He started running closer to me and I could see his face. He was super cute, he had light skin, ocean blue eyes and dark brown hair.
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When he got closer my heart started to flutter and I started getting butterflies in my stomach.
