Chapter 1

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I feel so alone. Yes I know depressing but my mom left us when all the shit started. I am in the zombie apocalypse, and I am currently alone.

My name is Lola Gravings, I have been alone for at least two months and two be honest, I don't know how is have survived.
I cannot shoot a gun, plus I cannot do anything to do with hunting, I am too scared to go out.

I was walking down the stairs, getting ready to go out when I heard this loud crash. I thought it would be them things, making noise outside so I looked for myself.

I saw two people, running away from a heard of those things. I saw that they had nowhere to run so I opened the door.
"In here! Quickly!" I shouted.

They bolted over in my direction and as they got inside I slammed the door shut and locked it. It won't hold very long because they are so strong.

"Who are you?" The older man asked. I looked around for some knives for when the things got inside.
"My name is Lola, I am 15." I said still searching.

"My name is Rick, and this is my 15 year old son Carl." I nodded, saying hi and then the door bust open.
"Come with us." Carl said to me. I nodded and started running with them, dodging the dead. As I was running we came to a halt.

"What are we doing?" I asked, Rick looked at the fence in front of us and said,
"We need to climb it." We nodded and started climbing.

As we made our way back down again, we noticed this town with a store that looked completely untouched.

"Let's head in there." Rick said. We made our way in and shut the door after us.
"Find something to lock it with." Rick said. We nodded and I went to find a wooden plank or something.

As I was searching I came across the dead, one or two of them but I wasn't armed. I started to sneak away until I stepped on some broken glass. They immediately looked over and started walking towards me.

I just started stepping back until I walked into something hard. It was Carl's chest, he looked at me and gave me a knife. "I can't do this, I don't know how to do this." I said quickly. Carl nodded while smiling and went to the dead and stabbed them both in the eye.

"Let's head out." Rick said, I assumed all the dead was gone and sure enough they were.

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