Surviving the dead

Chapter 2: What the f**k?

    It was a warm summer day,  I was out getting more supplies and at the same time killing time by shooting any zombie that stands in my way.

 It was just a normal day or as normal a day can be in the apocalypse which is saying a lot.

    I leave the bunker at around 10 am so that its bright outside and then I get the things on the list, today's items are some pills that Lilly said I should get because apparently I'm the one that finished it and she really needs it, a mini Uzi for my brother who lost his own when he was out last week, if possible some arrows because my stash is running low, some foodstuffs and a few books, so I won't shoot myself out of boredom because staying in a bunker, is not as interesting as it seems.

    I was standing with my back on the wall, checking if the coast was clear. One of my rules is making sure there is no opportunity for an ambush because that's an easy way for you to die and I'm not going down that foolishly.

    It's at times like this that people used to reminisce about 'the good old days',  for me it only brings pain and sadness and I tend not to feel because feelings bring about weakness and weakness bring about death.

  You may think I'm just being melodramatic but when you see first hand what having 'feelings' could do to someone in a zombie freaking apocalypse, you would bury it deep down where no one can ever find it, just like I did.

  But one thing that the apocalypse didn't change is the blasted weather because that's still a major pain in the ass.

  I was heading toward the one store that would have the least amount of zombies in it or none if it's my lucky day, how do I know ?, because I made sure of it.

  As I was entering the store, I saw the usual pile of dead zombies (well they can't be dead if they're already dead but you know what I mean), anyways I spot the thing I came here for, a sniper rifle and not just any sniper rifle it's the deadliest sniper ever created, the lobaev arms SVLK-14S, isn't she a beauty and I know it sounds Russian because it actually is and I can't wait to get my hands on it, I'm getting goosebumps already.

  After I packed the sniper and I was heading out, not encountering any zombie at all which was kind of odd, that's when I heard a scream.

Who the fuck would be so stupid enough to scream, alarming God knows how many zombies to where you are. Okay sure, you must be terrified or scared but this is the freakin apocalypse, you can't make such a silly mistake.

  I was walking back, trying to get home as quickly as I can and that's when I saw her or should I say them, two guys and a girl who is shaking so much I can see it from here, with four zombies in front and more coming, my brain is saying that this is a lost cause and then there's no way to help them but then my heart and my guts are both not allowing me to move an inch and is moving towards them.

  Hey, see here heart,  listen to me I know it's sad but I can't help without risking myself, well I don't care we can't just leave them there to die, how would you feel if you were in the same position, well I could never be in that position because I'm not dumb, doesn't mean you can save them just look at them you were once like that, okay okay I would go if that would shut you up, ughhh.

   I pull up my mask and draw out my bow and fire an arrow to the zombie that was about to grab the girl and then as they were looking for where the arrow came from, I had drawn up two arrows and fired at the two other zombies who look like they don't even know why they are even here, well don't worry eve is going to put you out of your misery.

   Then I run to where the girl is standing shocked and with who I think is her brothers but I don't pay attention to them, as I face the remaining zombies I decide to use my basket Hitled sword, as I draw it out my sword the zombie runs forward and with one thrust I slice his head clean off and then the next, over and over again until it was only remaining a pile of bodies at my feet, I must have looked cool doing it because they are looking at me like I'm the first rain after a long year of drought or more like a goddess.

  I clean my sword on the dead zombie and put it back in its case and I started walking away, it was more like running away, I know you may think of it as the coward's way out but I just can't allow any form of new attachments, I already have enough of that and we don't need more, no matter how much my guts are telling me to go back and carry them with me and possibly teach them our ways, I just can't.

  'Leave it to you to fuck up any opportunity of finding new friends and I know you would stupid excuse, its the apocalypse we can't afford new friends', well you're right there but you're forgetting how Israel would react to us bringing them, 'oh Israel well I just this girl and her brothers and because we are so nice, I thought that we should keep them out of the goodness of our hearts', 'okay you might be right there(I mentally put a smug face), but think of the possibilities, you might get a boyfriend god knows you need one to loosen up that pu....'.

 That's enough of your peveratic thoughts to dirty up my mind, ' you do know that I'm your conscience and it's actually you that is thinking all this right, ughhh just shut up, I've already listened to your share of bad advice for the day, so just leave me alone. She shrugs and raises her hand in surrender, sometimes I hate my voice of reason.

  Another advantage of living in the apocalypse( if you're wise enough) is you'll know the places to avoid and the short cuts to the places you are going to without encountering any zombies. For example, the places that zombies can sense those unfortunate souls would pass and trust there's a lot of people that fall into that category, the places that the lazy zombies stay( they may look lazy but they would still bite your head off if you're stupid enough to cross their path.

 And there are the rare places that zombies tend to avoid because of the death rate of zombies there and because I'm one of those people who created such places, I know where most of them are.

 I hear a shout that I think it was one of the boys but I ignore him and keep running faster thinking on the spot as I run through the wastelands and because of that I trip and fall but quickly get up and continue running until I reach our bunker, okay well not the bunker exactly but the house on top the bunker because the only way into the bunker is through the house.

  As I finally enter the bunker breathing a sigh of relief and as I start to remove my mask, I heard a rough voice saying "you sure are not easy to keep up with".

"WHAT THE FUCK?", You have got to be kidding me.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

  I finally finished chapter two and trust me it was not easy because I was trying to make it as long as possible, it's still quite short, but I think it's better now compared to the original one which was only around 900 word (give or take a few).

  I want to thank everyone who has been patient with the book, I highly appreciate it. And if you enjoyed or are enjoying the story, please share, comment and vote.

 Also if you want to help with the cover art, just dm me privately.