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Running. The wind is whipping by my face as I reload my gun. I only have so much ammo... I push that thought to the back of my mind and I leap over a trash bin. I glance back and see that there are more. About six or seven more are chasing after me. They move with a wobbled but fierce intention. Their need to kill is always there.
I turn around the next corner, running up the fire escape of the furthest building. It was stupid of me, going out at night. They always loved the night, the demons, always more then than during the day. Stupid stupid stupid! I launch myself up the stairs, two at a time. I can’t hear them anymore, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not there. I reach the roof a minute later, and give myself a minute to check my supplies. A large crowbar (one that I was rather proud of finding), a couple of rounds of ammo, my gun, a bottle of water, some jerky venison, and, my most prized possession, a picture of my family. There stands my mom, my dad, my brother, and me. It had only been a couple weeks since hell had opened up, and all the undead began to walk again, but the photo was already torn up and stained to the point where it looked much older than it was. I stared at it for another minute, fighting off the tears welling up in my eyes. I hadn’t been strong enough then, there was nothing I could do! I flashed back to the moment when my mom shoved me into the closet and locked the door. I shook my head, coming back into reality when a sudden bang sounded on the stairs. I threw my stuff back into my bag and jumped up, crowbar in hand, looking for another exit. Unless I could clear a fifty-foot jump, I was screwed. I held the crowbar up over my head, and prepared to strike. The first one came up the stairs and looked at me. Wait… he was holding a weapon too. He lunged, and I rolled to my side. As he came out of the shadows, I saw that he wasn’t a zombie. He was human. Still alive.
“Wait! Wait! Hold on a second tough guy!” I said. I saw a look of confusion cross over his face as he edged nearer to me, not once lowering his weapon. I felt like I recognized his face. Maybe we had gone to University together before all this happened? I had been alone for a long while and I only remembered a couple of people. He came right up to me, his hand suddenly shooting out and grabbing the scruff of my neck. I wiggled and shook, trying to shake his grasp, dropping my weapon in the process. He took my shoulders and stared into my eyes, his piercing emerald green ones coming as a complete surprise.
“ Oh my god. You’re alive. You’re actually alive.” He suddenly hugged me, which made me very uncomfortable. I shrugged him off.
“ Yeah, I’m alive, your alive, that seems to be going around at the moment. If you don’t mind my asking, who the hell are you?” I tried to be tough, staring into his eyes. But that’s the moment when I noticed his face. Other than the obvious grunge and dirt from the weeks of survival, he was actually one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. His hair was brown, with little curls all over.
“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m Harry. Harry Styles.” I took a step back. That’s how I‘d known him! I’d had all the albums; the posters hung on my wall, the waiting in line for hours for concert tickets! How thick could I be? I kept my cool. I mean me fangirling over him wasn’t going to keep us alive, was it?
“Oh… ok. I’m Eva, by the way.” I bent over and picked up my crowbar, and put it back in its sling on my back. I peeked over the edge of the building to see if any of the walkers had found us yet. We weren’t exactly being quiet. The streets looked empty.
“ You should probably move on, I had been running from a couple of zombies a minute ago, so you should probably move on before they realize that they can get up here.” I began to walk away, when Harry grabbed my hand and spun me around.
“ You should come with me, Eva. Me and a couple of my friends have a base not to far from here. You’d be safe there. Well, safe-ish.” He was still holding my hand, and I glared at it until he let go. I was still buzzing from his touch, but I didn’t think anything of it. It had been a while since someone even talked to me. If I was buzzing a bit I would be surprised.
We climbed down the fire escape both of us holding up some sort of blunt object, me my crowbar and him an aluminum baseball bat. We headed into the street, which was quiet and empty. He led me down the end of the street, towards the south end of the city. Turn after turn we ran, until we couldn’t run anymore. We paused for a moment to catch our breath. I turned to check the perimeter, and there was a horde of about fifty zombies lumbering towards us.
End of Chapter 1
I turn around the next corner, running up the fire escape of the furthest building. It was stupid of me, going out at night. They always loved the night, the demons, always more then than during the day. Stupid stupid stupid! I launch myself up the stairs, two at a time. I can’t hear them anymore, but that doesn’t mean that they’re not there. I reach the roof a minute later, and give myself a minute to check my supplies. A large crowbar (one that I was rather proud of finding), a couple of rounds of ammo, my gun, a bottle of water, some jerky venison, and, my most prized possession, a picture of my family. There stands my mom, my dad, my brother, and me. It had only been a couple weeks since hell had opened up, and all the undead began to walk again, but the photo was already torn up and stained to the point where it looked much older than it was. I stared at it for another minute, fighting off the tears welling up in my eyes. I hadn’t been strong enough then, there was nothing I could do! I flashed back to the moment when my mom shoved me into the closet and locked the door. I shook my head, coming back into reality when a sudden bang sounded on the stairs. I threw my stuff back into my bag and jumped up, crowbar in hand, looking for another exit. Unless I could clear a fifty-foot jump, I was screwed. I held the crowbar up over my head, and prepared to strike. The first one came up the stairs and looked at me. Wait… he was holding a weapon too. He lunged, and I rolled to my side. As he came out of the shadows, I saw that he wasn’t a zombie. He was human. Still alive.
“Wait! Wait! Hold on a second tough guy!” I said. I saw a look of confusion cross over his face as he edged nearer to me, not once lowering his weapon. I felt like I recognized his face. Maybe we had gone to University together before all this happened? I had been alone for a long while and I only remembered a couple of people. He came right up to me, his hand suddenly shooting out and grabbing the scruff of my neck. I wiggled and shook, trying to shake his grasp, dropping my weapon in the process. He took my shoulders and stared into my eyes, his piercing emerald green ones coming as a complete surprise.
“ Oh my god. You’re alive. You’re actually alive.” He suddenly hugged me, which made me very uncomfortable. I shrugged him off.
“ Yeah, I’m alive, your alive, that seems to be going around at the moment. If you don’t mind my asking, who the hell are you?” I tried to be tough, staring into his eyes. But that’s the moment when I noticed his face. Other than the obvious grunge and dirt from the weeks of survival, he was actually one of the most attractive people I had ever seen. His hair was brown, with little curls all over.
“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m Harry. Harry Styles.” I took a step back. That’s how I‘d known him! I’d had all the albums; the posters hung on my wall, the waiting in line for hours for concert tickets! How thick could I be? I kept my cool. I mean me fangirling over him wasn’t going to keep us alive, was it?
“Oh… ok. I’m Eva, by the way.” I bent over and picked up my crowbar, and put it back in its sling on my back. I peeked over the edge of the building to see if any of the walkers had found us yet. We weren’t exactly being quiet. The streets looked empty.
“ You should probably move on, I had been running from a couple of zombies a minute ago, so you should probably move on before they realize that they can get up here.” I began to walk away, when Harry grabbed my hand and spun me around.
“ You should come with me, Eva. Me and a couple of my friends have a base not to far from here. You’d be safe there. Well, safe-ish.” He was still holding my hand, and I glared at it until he let go. I was still buzzing from his touch, but I didn’t think anything of it. It had been a while since someone even talked to me. If I was buzzing a bit I would be surprised.
We climbed down the fire escape both of us holding up some sort of blunt object, me my crowbar and him an aluminum baseball bat. We headed into the street, which was quiet and empty. He led me down the end of the street, towards the south end of the city. Turn after turn we ran, until we couldn’t run anymore. We paused for a moment to catch our breath. I turned to check the perimeter, and there was a horde of about fifty zombies lumbering towards us.
End of Chapter 1
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3/16/14