The Story Of My Life // OC story // DISCONTINUED

Chapter 1

The apocalypse had been going on for a little over a month after a chemical plant had exploded, sending chemicals in the air that soon infected people and turned them into zombie-like creatures. If infected, the victims' skin would turn a strange green and their eyes would become completely black. There was no cure for the infection so far. If you were to get bitten, you'd be infected too and it wouldn't be long until you transformed into a braindead zombie, who'd do nothing but wander around in search of fresh meat.

At first, the apocalypse seemed like a minor thing, with only a few people infected. But now it has taken over and there are barely any sane people left. Zombies hide in the shadows and mainly come out at night because their sensitive skin burns up easily in the sunlight. With the apocalypse came many other dangerous creatures. It affected spiders horribly, the chemicals made them grow to nearly half the size of an average person and their eyes now glowed a bright red that could be seen in the dark. They prey on humans and are impossible to outrun.

Another creature is skeletons. Somehow the chemicals brought skeletons up from graves and now they wander the earth welding bows and arrows. These 'mobs' as Cobra called the new creatures, were highly dangerous. One good shot to the chest or head could kill instantly. They only rise up at around midnight and bury themselves again because like the zombies they can burn up in the sunlight.

And then there were creepers, the worst mob of all of them. They were rare and hardly ever seen but if you did see one. Run. Get as far away as possible. They are about 4 feet tall, not very fast but they don't need to be. If they get within 20 feet of a person they will hiss and then explode. Taking out everything with a 150-foot radius. Killing themselves just to hurt others. Many other mobs came with the apocalypse but they were rare that the people who were left weren't even sure if they exist. But one thing was for sure... No one was safe

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FoolishCobra

Cobra had been laying on the ground of the crumbling house for what felt like days. Too weak to get up as she hadn't eaten in God knows how long. She stirred her finger around on the dusted floor as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the broken window. She had lived pretty normally until the apocalypse, with her mother most of the time. She went to school like an average person. Had plenty of friends and had amazing grades. Though... it all had changed... after her mother had turned she had to leave the house afraid for her own safety. She went on for days, narrowly escaping death multiple times, and eventually decided to rest once she had reached the state of Maryland from her home in Delaware. She found a small abandoned house in a small town and rested there. Only now... it might just be her death bed. She couldn't find the strength to get up and find some food nor water so now she was just laying on the floor simply dying. Maybe it's for the better... I've suffered for too long... Corba thought as she slowly turned to lay on her back.

The sun had risen now but there was dead silence, maybe a zombie groan in the far distance but other than that there was silence. But suddenly that silence was broken as there was a loud thud from downstairs of the room that she was in. Cobra sat her head up, her heart racing with fear. Oh god! I can't fight a zombie right now! After several failed attempts of trying to get to her feet, she managed to stand with much help from her arms, she was wobbling but up. She took the pocket knife from her pocket and slid out the blade, hoping to at least be able to get away. She crept down the stairs but saw nothing at first, just the shadowed, empty living room. She took a step in the open space and a zombie burst out from around the staircase, running at her at lightning speed. Terrified Cobra froze unable to comprehend that was truly going on. Suddenly the zombie stopped, making a loud gurgling sound it fell to the floor dead, a stab wound in it's back. Looking up there was a... boy? Standing over the dead zombie, sword in hand. He was tall, with hair that almost seemed yellow, sparkling blue eyes and he was wearing a dusty red hoodie and torn jeans.

"Are you alright? Did it get you?" He asked, staring at Cobra with pure concern.

"U-Uh... N-No..." Cobra's voice was raspy after not using it in so long. She had thought for the longest time she was the last person alive around here but no... there was an actual human being standing in front of her. "H-How did you know I was here?"

The boy shrugged, "I didn't, I've been following this thing for miles," He gestured his sword to the dead zombie on the ground. He then stopped to look Cobra up and down, "Are you alright?"

"Oh.. y-yeah just a little hungry that's all." She admitted, staring down at the floor. The boy took off his backpack and handed Cobra three cans of beans and a large bottle of water. She was immediately taken aback, "You... You don't have to give this to me."

"It's perfectly fine, I go on food heists every day. I also hunt down the monsters and all that. So I'm sure I'd be fine if a gave away a little bit of food." He said smiling warmly. "I don't believe I caught your name by the way."

"It's FoolishCobra, and you?" The people here didn't have usual names, it was almost as if they were part of a video game

"Right, I'm JustASpazz. But my friends used to call me The Spooz," There was a slight chuckle in his voice but stopped when his watch beeped.

"What's that for?"

"It, er... means that there's another monster for me to hunt down and kill." Spooz walked towards the door where he had entered, he turned back before he left, "Maybe I'll see you around, Foolish." He then disappeared almost as quickly as he had come. I wish he could have stayed longer... it's been forever since I've seen another person... Cobra sighed and went back up to the room she was staying with the food Spooz had given her. Getting food, hunting monsters... it all just sounds so... so cool. While I sit here too afraid to leave... pathetic. He probably thinks I'm pathetic. I haven't killed a single zombie in my life while he does it for fun every day. After taking a few bites of beans Corba stood up and went to the front door, pocket knife in hand. I don't want him to think I'm pathetic! I'll kill a zombie, how hard can it really be?

Woo first chapter I hope you guys liked it UwO

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