Peace. Love. Zombies.

Chapter 1: I killed those John Does and I enjoyed every minute of it!

Chapter cover over, that away! ---> I think I did pretty good (: What do you think?? :)

I trained all my life for this. They said I was crazy when I did. They laughed, they made fun of me, and they hurt me. When this all started I would just say, “It ain’t so funny now, ain’t it?” I kept a grim face as they were attacked. There was nothing I could do. That was then, now this small town has a population of about ten people. It saddened me to see the people I’ve known all my life get eaten by these monsters brought up from hell. None of my family survived. I thought about the events that have happened in such a short amount of time as I sat in my van. I got this van two years back, before all this had happened because I was anticipating it. Sure it cost a great deal of money but my life is worth it.

My black van had shatter-proof windows and a year worth of gasoline that I had stolen. Also stored in the back was my multitude supply of weapons-close range and long range- a blanket, my clothes, money, and food and drinks and yes there was still room in the back of the van. I was born and raised her Tierra Grande, TX. Ever since I saw my first zombie movie, I couldn’t stop. I continued to watch more and more zombie movies and used those as guides. I would take notes as to what not to do. I paid attention to the more ignorant victims and told myself to do the complete opposite of what they did. I soon found weaknesses in girls and took note of them.

I sat up and ran a hand through my short, shaggy black hair. I let out a deep sigh. I was only seventeen and my life would be a lonely one if there were no other survivors. The sun was high up in the sky and there hadn’t been any signs of zombies all day. I put on my black boots and buckled my olive green belt loosely around my waist. I put my knives where they belong- in their sheaths along my belt- and my guns where they belong. I draped my bow behind my back along with my arrows. I took a deep breath as I opened the door. I grimaced as the harsh sunlight burned my eyes. When my eyes adjusted, I saw a wide open beach where the sand was white and the ocean a clear blue. I grinned widely and locked the doors. I strode to the beautiful seashore. Knowing that this was probably the only serene place around made a grin appear on my face.

 I sat down on the white sand and picked up a fistful. It slips between my fingers gracefully. The sound of waves crashing elegantly on the shore was soothing. I laid there for what seemed like hours-but I knew was only a few moments- before I heard footsteps coming toward me slowly. I shot my eyes open, grabbed my gun, and aimed it at the pursuer’s head in one quick motion. I stared and horror as the zombie stared back. I recognized the same shaggy black hair and the same golden eyes in an instant. This zombie was my flesh and blood. This particular zombie was my brother. 

“Paul,” I whispered in horror. The zombie only nodded and continued advancing towards me. Tears formed in my eyes and I tightened my fingers around the trigger and lining the shot up even more accurately. “Trust me, Paul. This gonna hurt me a hell of a lot more than it’s gonna hurt you,” I told him, a warm tear rolling down my dirty cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut and pulled the trigger. As the bullet soared, the sound of the gun shot rang through the empty air. I pulled the trigger two more times and when I opened my eyes he was on the ground, deader than a doorknob. I cried silently and said my prayers. I sighed and walked back to my van.  The loneliness of this life was unbearable yet I still managed to live with it. The tears continued to fall silently as I walked to my van. The only sound I could hear were the sound of my feet pounding against the ground.  The sound of life came from the distance- life not zombie- so I turned on my heels. Two young men ran towards me. Both were strikingly handsome. They slowed as they came closer, seeing as how I had two guns pointing at their heads.

“Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t shoot you guys,” I said with a cold, hard look on my face. Today you couldn’t trust anyone.

“Because,” one of them said, “we’ve made it this far.” A sheepish smile played on his lips. This boy had lovely green eyes and shaggy golden hair that was similar to my hair. He had only a machete with him covered with blood. He had a light Spanish accent. He seemed trusting enough but his friend was a different story. His friend had longish black hair and cold grey eyes. He had a nose ring, snake bites, and some ear piercings- easy things for zombies to rip off if close enough. He had a simple hatchet with him that was cleaned. I smirked at them and lowered my gun to their manhood. Golden haired boy’s eyes widened while Snake Bites just stood still ready to lose his manliness. “Please, ma’am! Please don’t! Just let us live!” Golden Haired pleaded. I put away my guns and turned on my heels.