Cameron's POV
I pant as I run through the woods. Now I'm glad I took Cross Country in school.
I turn my head around only to be greeted by more grotesque face, more than when I checked last time I turned around.
My breathing comes out in icy puffs in the cool Georgia, winter air. My leather jacket keeps my arms and neck warm, thankfully.
I hear multiple growls behind me.
'Damn! Why can't they just find something or someone else to chase?'
I keep running as fast as I can. How long have I been running? About twenty minutes, so maybe two miles? When will I outrun them?
I feel like I'm about to pass out until I see a large building, a prison I think, approaching me. Sorry, me approaching it.
I turn around one last time to see the walkers about thirty feet behind me. Good, that gives me an advantage to actually get in the walls.
I run up to the large gate and start shaking and ponding on it.
"Please, let me in!" I scream.
Then, I see a group of people come up and they start opening the gate with these weird mechanics. When it opens, I run inside. They close the gate again, leaving the walkers out there.
I fall to the ground and look up at the blue sky. I see the people start to surround me, trying to help me up.
All I can say is, "Thank you..." Before I pass out.
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The Walking~ Walking Dead FF
FanfictionCameron Blake has survived in a zombie apocalypse almost all by herself. At age fourteen, she has lost all of her family, seen people die in front of her, and has nearly been killed herself. She trusts no one, because when she finally opens up, they...
