My name? Nathan Gregory. Not that anyone cares anymore. They're all dead, so there isn't really anyone left to care. I spend my days walking through the cities, hacking through these "things". Hell, I don't even know what to call them. Other than biters. Which is what I heard my dad call them. Before he, ya know, died.
It's been almost 3 years since the virus was first found. Most people say it was just a mutated virus. Others say it was created in a government lab, only to get loose to wreck this havoc. Then there's the crazy devout religious ones. They believe that God raised to dead to make us pay for our sins.
I honestly don't care how this all started. I just want it to end. I'm tired of having to run and fight constantly. I'm only 18 for god's sake. Cant I get a break? I guess not.
I really need to stop talking to myself and get some sleep. It's gonna be another long day tomorrow. And I'm gonna need the energy. Especially if I expect to survive.
"Goodnight" I say to myself, as I wrap the blanket around me and close my eyes. Then slowly I fall asleep.
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The Zombie Trials
Science FictionI'm the years after the zombie apocalypse the whole world went to hell. Very few people survived but the ones who did always had others to depend on. Except for Nate. Nathan Gregory is an 18 year old kid that has been through it all since the virus...
