Hell Has Just Begun

Chapter 4: Moving On

A couple of days passed as I thought about the death. The death that occurrred right before my eyes. I needed to forget about it and move on. Move on with my life and live out this nightmare. 

We began to slowly get use to the biters and there constant annoyance. Their constant snarls would wake me up now and then but I wasn't really sleeping so it didn't matter. Josh and Max were doing their own thing, collecting supplies, guarding the area and keeping an eye on me. I was lying in bed thinking about the life before this nightmare, the life we chose and the life we lived, not the life we had to fight for. I would've been at school now, learning, talking and having fun. All of this, with my friends. They're probably dead now, trying to kill me not knowing who I am. But I had a little space in the back of my head that was telling me they were alive, I believed this but I didn't want to get my hopes up.

I decided this wasn't what I wanted to do, I wanted to atleast live this life or atleast try. I jumped out bed and went staight to the bathroom, did my business and went into the kitchen. No one was here, no one was sitting having something to eat, no one was sitting here waiting for me. I was suddenly startled by a gunshot. A loud one too. I scooted outside, dragging my feet across the ground not worrying about my style. Another gunshot, this one blew my ears with a shock.

"Oucccch", I mumbled as my vision was bluring in and out.

A head turned and looked at me, got up and approached me.

Pulling of the ear muffs, Max spoke several words which I didn't understand. My ears were ringing and it became apparent that I was in shock. The gunshot was a great distance away but my head didn't think so. I shook out of it and words were being muttered out of my mouth.

"You ok?" Max asked.

"I'm Fi-"

My words were cut off of my groan behind me. Rugged arms wrapped around me and pulled me down to the ground. Fighting around, I punched the biter in the face only making it more angry. Another body flew at me grapling the biter off me. A knife through the head and it was lost.

"Thanks" I uttered trying to catch my breath.

 "Allgood, that's what we're here for" laughed Max.

I guess here you could say we've moved on.