Survive

First meet

My name is Quentin. I'm an inventor kinda.... my last name and middle name? Doesn't matter now. Right now I'm running for my life carrying a giant bag of food. Why am I running? Why do I have a bag of food? Let me explain.

I'm in the zombie apocalypse. The worlds gone more to shit than it was. Food and ammo are hard to find annnnd people are also a threat to death and zombies.

Caught up? Yeah? Good.
Let's go back to me crying-

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Quentin panted as he dodged trees here and there to keep distance from undead horde not too far from him. He quickly wiped his eyes with his dirty sleeve as he grabbed a rope and pulled as hard as he could as a garage door pulled opened enough for him to slide under.

He tossed the bag down and slammed the garage door closed , locking and bolting it from the floor to the ceiling. Quentin grabbed the bag and scurried to the backyard where he loved in. A tree house small enough for no one to pay attention to, and no access for the dead to climb up to.

Quentin smiled tired and climbed up, tossing the bag to the corner as he laid down on his small air mattress. He closed his eyes as he exhaled. It was hard sleeping in a world where the dead roamed and where the living would kill too.

He was relaxed until he heard a voice.

"I know you're up there... I don't want to be too loud... to draw them near... but I saw you come here and I-I just wanted to know if I could stay... the couch is fine for me Inside.. I just wanna stay the night at least... please"

Quentin shot up and looked down at the woman. She was a bit older than him not by a lot. She wore a black cloak so he couldn't see any weapons yet.

The woman was looking at him, she smiled softly and pulled the hood down to reveal her face.

She was plus sized girl with black shoulder length hair, a gentle smile and caring eyes.

It's been a while since Quentin had anyone to talk to.... or have a laugh with.

"I'm not gonna hurt you if that's what you're worried about... I just want a roof over my head for the night and I'll be gone..... my name's Sky... by the way"

Quentin blinked and cleared his throat

"Quentin. I-I'm Quentin and you can stay!... i DONT mind... I'm coming down-"

The boy and girl shook hands as they sat on the grass and talked as they ate together.

They had a lot in common.
He was smart and sweet.
She was sassy and strong.

Maybe the apocalypse won't be so bad-

dr-jstein I posted the new book-! I figured out what I wanted to do—