It all started when I was nineteen you know the time where you're ready to leave your parents place, well I got to live on my own I really don't know if my parents are alive or not though,they didn't follow me when I told them it was a bad idea to go to the quarantine zone. Now I live my days killing zombies and eating out of the trash, I guess beggars can't be choosers. I would have thought everyone form my high school was dead but I was wrong, I ran into a guy who says he knows me but I took a vow never to trust anyone but I'll just see how useful he could be. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ " Ughhh!" she shouted When I turned around I saw that the last zombie was latched on to her arm, she killed it and looked at me with painful eyes. " W-what s-should I-I do, are y-you ok?" I stuttered she chuckled little " Cayden you know what to do, I can't turn into one of those things Cayden so please just do because I can't. I looked at her with tear filled eyes, I know it had to be done. I took my axe from my belt, she held her hand out and tied a piece of cloth around her arm she bit on a piece of clothing and motioned for me to do it. I raised my axe and the sunlight hit it as it came down, blood spattered on my face and hers she was trying no to be to loud be I knew she had to be in excruciating pain unfortunately It wasn't a clean cut I had to bring my axe down again. The clothing came out of her mouth and she screamed before passing out. I quickly wrapped a rag around her now stub of a hand, I carried her to a safe place before passing out myself.