After walking for a few hours with little to no talking between me and Sam she turned towards me and asked.
"So how have you survived so long on your own?"
"I'm talented as fuck, that's how." I replied grinning. Sam paused for a minute before slapping the back of my head lightly.
"Watch your language!" She exclaimed grinning
"Oi! who are you to tell me to watch my language?!?" I said pushing her lightly. We laughed quietly for a few minutes before we heard a moaning sound in the bushes. We both stopped and looked at each other in alarm. Sam took her bow off her shoulder and aimed it at the bushes as she slowly walked towards it. Suddenly a zombie busted out of the bushes and ran towards Sam. My eyes widened and I threw my hatchet at the zombie the same time Sam let loose her arrow. Time seemed to slow as both weapons hurtled towards the zombie. We heard a sickening sound as both the arrow and the hatchet sunk into the zombie. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and looked towards Sam.
"Well then." She said shakily. "What is the world was that."
"I don't know and I don't want to see another one to find out. How about we call it a runner seeing as it ran at us."
Sam nodded and went to retrieve her arrow and my hatchet. When she returned she grinned and asked.
"Where did you learn how to throw a hatchet like that? It split its head right open!" I grinned sheepishly and replied a bit sadly.
"My big brother and my dad showed me how to."
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Our Last Stand (Re-Writing)
TerrorFollow Faith, a 7 year old girl, as she tries to survive through a zombie apocalypse. With the help of friends she finds on her journey will she create a bond with them? Will they help her get over the loss of her family and fear of men? Find out in...
