Why do you fight? Do you fight the bad for the good, or do you fight the good for the bad? Maybe, you fight for both...
•Howie's Perspective•
I left Joey to find supplies, it was weird not having her with me. I went down to the medical aisle, I grabbed some bandages, medicine, needles, and then some odds and ins.
As I lit everything in the bag I hear something. I move forward to see what it was, as I peak the corner, a zombie lurches at me. It pins me to the ground, I can't move, I begin to panic. I slid my feet underneath it to kick it off.
I go to run away, as I do I hear Joey, "Howie?" The zombie grabs me again we both fall. Joey shouts, "HOWIE!?" I struggle to fight it off again. Suddenly it stops, I look and Joey has her katakana shoved through its skull. I get up, "Howie..." she hugs me. I hug her back. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. What did you get?" She walks me back to show me what she got, a few drinks, chips, canned foods, and snacks. "That's good, now lets go, it's gonna get dark soon."
We begin to walk out of the drug store, as we do, a herd of zombies is heading out way. "Shit." We both go to the doors to block them.
As I begin to barricade the door, I see blood following down my arm. I've been bit. I take some cotton from my bag and wrap it up. Shit, shit, shit, shit.
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Being a Part of the Few
Horror"The year is 2035, humans have a hard time adjusting to the zombie apocalypse and the plagues. Very few are left alive that I know of, so if you hear this, find me, however wherever. You know the station I'm on, I'll always be on this station."- Joe...
