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=(Y/n)'s POV=

<>One Year After The Outbreak<>

Reverberating across the city was a loud explosion, followed by a crashing sound. A plume of smoke made its way upwards into the thin air, leaving behind a trail of ash in its wake.

'What the fuck was that?' You thought to yourself.

'Am I going insane? No, I definitely heard a loud boom somewhere near me.'

You often mumbled to yourself. It was a habit that developed slowly, but crept onto you the longer the apocalypse had worn on. You didn't remember when you last saw another human, not after the school got overrun.

Still, you don't know how the zombies got into it. The parameters were often checked for safety and were secured tightly. Everyone did their rounds too, just to make sure there was no cracks in the defenses.

'It's no use thinking about it now (y/n). You're probably the last human alive. And if there's someone else, who knows if they're still sane?'

Supplies had been running low for a while now, with most of the food on the shelves having already been looted in the first few days of the outbreak. The other portion of them that was left untouched had been long expired with green mold and fungus growing on it.

At first, you thought it was a great idea to travel far away from civilization, opting for a more rural landscape. That was of course, until you realized that if you did then the land would show no mercy to you.

Less city meant less infected, but it also meant less food and water. Hunting was not an option since you didn't know how far the infection had spread already. It could be clinging to the water, contaminated by those infected that died there or to the land if the animals had sustained an injury from them.

It had been three days since you've last had a bite of something to eat and it was weighing down on your figure heavily. You had no choice but to ration out the food you had left.

'Half a bottle of water and four assorted cracker snacks. This could last me at least another two weeks if I save my stomach.'

Your choice of weapon was a (handgun/baseball bat/dagger), though sometimes you wish you had a more reliable alternative.

Wandering around the desolate city, you were surprised there weren't more infected, though you assumed that the large explosion noise from earlier must have drawn them away.

'I must be in luck...'

The infected were once human in every sense of the word, yet their senses were both amplified and destroyed. They were blind as a result of the virus taking over the brain, though it could also be assumed that their eyes have gotten worse as the apocalypse dragged on.

Despite surviving for this long, you barely knew anything about the fuckers aside from their vital weaknesses. That was, being bashed in the skull or sustaining enough damage to where their bodies would give out.

They weren't quite like the ones in the movies, but they were a hell lot more scarier than you had previously assumed.

The infected hunt with their sense of smell and hearing, though their sense of smell only really kicked in whenever someone was bleeding.

And finally, they spread the virus via afflictions such as scratches and bites. The virus takes hold of the brain in a matter of minutes to hours depending on the host, that is if the host isn't torn to shred by the hordes by then.

Still, one thing seemed to irk you. Why did the zombies crave human flesh?

Even this point seemed to baffle you. You were unsure of whether or not the zombies prioritized infecting humans or eating them. After all, before you were thrust into the cold world like this, you were in a sheltered safe haven. Or well, it used to be one.

After a while of walking, you stopped to pause. There was an abandoned looking gas station on the side of the road, just outside of the city. Night was starting to set in where your vision would start to be impaired, so you'd need somewhere to stay anyways.

'Probably a safe place to stop and search for food. Far from the city, far away from any people, and most importantly, far away from any of those things.'

Pausing, you stopped to survey the surroundings. The stench of death you had already gotten used to long ago and the sight of gore never seemed to bother you anymore.

'Something's wrong. And it's not the lack of zombies either. Where were all the bodies? Usually there would be at least a corpse or two strewn about, or at least the remnants of them including the bones.'

Eyes flickering back and forth, you finally stood up getting ready to leave the premises just in case. Faint breathing emitted from somewhere near you, though you couldn't pinpoint where it exactly came from.

You noticed a bit of movement outside the corner of your eye. Before you could even react to it, an infected pounced on top of you, knocking you over.

It was giggling maniacally with sticky saliva dripping out of its mouth onto your face. That's when you noticed how twisted and broken its neck looked. You grimaced under both the pressure and how brutal the zombie looked.

For a moment, the pressure let up as you attempted to swipe at it with your weapon only for it to narrowly miss.

'Oh shit.'

The zombie's fingers came together, merging to create a sharp outline. Looking back to its face, you noticed that it didn't have its left eye, while its right eye dangled out of its eye socket only being held on by a string of its flesh.

Closing your eyes shut, you used the last of your strength to (attempt to push it off of you/stab at it).

It wasn't enough.

A howl escaped its lips as it prepared itself for the killing blow. The infected raised its hand, getting ready to pierce into your skin, inflicting an infectious and potentially fatal wound.

'I'm done for.'

Suddenly, a gunshot pierced through the darkness. You could feel the body on top of yours go limp. Slightly opening your eyes, you could make out a figure towering over you with a gun pointed at your head.

'What are you doing in our territory?'