Rottinghearts Stories

"Shit!" It seemed as if they were multiplying by the second. "Run!" Whoever yelled their voice was barely audible over the screaming and gunshots. I couldn't leave them there. They're my family, they saved my life. I had to fight back. I stood and fired my gun at the walkers, the people who were taking our home. Tears were blurring my vision. Someone ran In my direction and I shot them. The gunshots were dying down. There was no one in sight. There was only one thing left to do. Run. So I ran.