Lead Me To Light

Chapter 1: Run From the Dark

Running, running was what Matt was doing. The year was 2012 June 13th, Friday, and behind him was a monstrosity. Or monstrosities a horde of the flesh craving, cannibal feasting undead humans were following him. Fortunately for him they were slow, unlike the movies where they would run. Matt was equipped with survival gear, and weapons...... mostly weapons. A machete was sheathed to his waist along with a magnum, and a Soviet AK-47 on his back.

As he was running from the abomination horde behind him, he pulled his machete from his waist as a few zombies were in front of him. One swing goes one head, and one hack splits a head separated brain functions from the zombies. Although the decapitated zombie's head still hungered for flesh. Matt kept running throughout the city he was in, and away from the shit hole behind him. He found a group of zombies in his pathway, too much for him.

He ran a different path as he bashed through a building door and quickly shut behind him, he pushed a nearby table in front of the door to block any craving undead from snacking on him. He found small safety as he stood still to take a breath on his quick pacing and thinking. "Fuck this shit." He said to himself as he heard growling near him. "Fucking shit, no where is safe." He quickly snapped his magnum towards the zombie close to him and to put it in plain words, "Popped his head right fucking off!".

After the kill, he replaced his used bullet with a fresh new one, set his gun back in place, and slumped to the ground. He gave a heavy sigh and started to really catch his breath now as he pulled out his machete. He took off his jacket as started to rub it against the hard steel metal surface against the blade, cleaning the mess he left on it before, now his making it less dirty than what it was before. He returned his machete to its place as he wielded his rifle and slowly walked through the building.

Numbers on doors were seen, mostly in the hundreds area. "Apartments." Matt theorized as he climbed up a number set of stairs, 5 levels he ascended and stopped at the 6th. The hallways looked clean, no clothes or blood splattered everywhere, and small scratches to the walls and floors. He walked down the hallway of rooms and homes with his rifle in hand, waiting for any surprise attack. He stopped at a random apartment as he aimed at the door knob and shot right through it, leaving a massive tear of wood where the handle was, making it easy to open.

He entered the building still with the rifle in hand as he rummaged through the apartment. It looked slightly nice, neat, clean. "Maybe one night here wouldn't be so bad." He thought as he looked for something heavy. A nice heavy table did just the trick as he placed it against the door. He took the door chain which was fortunately unused and took extra precaution using it as a temporary lock, you know like the ones you see in hotels. "Alright." He huffed, taking off his jacket, backpack, and guns and set them on a couch. He took the machete in hand for extra help incase any extra zombies remained in here.

He scanned the apartment, found a bathroom, a kitchen, and saw two other rooms, both looked to be bedrooms. He tightened his grip on the machete as he slowly opened the door to the first room. Inside there was a scene shocking to him that almost made him cry. It was a bedroom, but on the bed lied two rotting, and decaying corpses, together. One male, and the other female side by side with a hand held, together. Their skin was black like charcoal, rotting for a long period of time. Matt sighed as he walked over to the corpses to make sure they were really dead, sure enough they were. He took the bed's blanket and mummified their corpses and gently placed them to the side of the room. "Sorry, I'm gonna need this." He apologized, bowing to the dead couple.

He then proceeded to check the next room. Same procedure, weapon in hand and slow movement. The door open with a creak as he looked inside, tons of posters seemed to plaster all over the room's walls. "What the heck, is this..." Sure enough, this was a teen's room. Posters of anime and cartoons to even British TV shows were everywhere, action figures and plushies included. Matt walked further into the room, the bed was empty and wondered where the kid was. "Just like her........" Matt gave a heavy sigh as he concluded that the apartment was clear of undead.

After an hour of scavenging the house he found a few canned foods to dine and a small water bottle to drink. He found a few books at a bookshelf to keep him busy, after half a book he looked at his watch and found that the time was 8:37 pm. He sighed and closed the book concluding his read as he heavily plotted himself onto the master bed. Before he fell to sleep, he made a cross gesture with his hand and slowly fell to sleep, hoping for a peaceful night.

6 Hours Later

A loud banging noise woke up the survivor as he swiftly rose from the bed. The banging was then joined by some growling and scratching as Matt quickly ran to his weapons. He swiftly strapped on his gear, machete in one hand and magnum in the other as he watched the door. Eyes thin with concentration as his finger laid rest on the trigger, he pointed the gun straight at the door and hoped. "God, please land me some kills." He gave a shot, which returned with a growl of death as steadily and randomly aimed at whatever undead was outside.

But it made it worse, for how many more bullet holes the door had, made it easier for the zombies to break through easily. Arms punched through the door like the 'Finding Nemo' scene where a large amount of seagulls punctured through a sail. More bullets fired from Matt's magnum as he heard a disappointing clicking from his gun, who he had cursed and threw at a flailing zombie arm. He then pulled out his rifle as he rained soviet metal upon the undead with no mercy until the door completely fell apart, giving the zombies a way inside. After he emptied his first clip, he quickly replaced the magazine and began to become more accurate in his head shots.

After about a few more zombies the wave seemed to subside, he breathed heavily as he questioned how they found him so easily. He ignored the question as he knew he needed to leave and find a new saferoom. He took his guns, replaced any missing ammo in a clip he had lost, took his things, grabbed a canned food of pig tails and quickly left the room, continuing upstairs. During his ascendance, he quickly checked his watch to see that it was 4:29 am.

After about a few minutes of rushing up the stairs, he stopped at the 9th floor to catch his breath and hopefully a room to sleep in. He opened the door only to reveal another scenario. Another horde of zombies, waiting for him all caught his attention and ran straight towards him. He quickly shut the door and tried to retreat down the stairs, only to be cursed as another horde of zombies came sprinting up the stairs, hungry for him.

With no other choice he ran straight up the stairs, his cardio burned as he ran faster than a Olympic athlete until he finally reached the top, the rooftop that is. Flat, a massive cloth sign that said "HELP!" on it, and no where else to run or hide. "Fucking Shit." He said to himself as he pulled out his rifle and aimed at the doorway, waiting for the zombies to chase him. As predicted, they came, bullets flew as shells dropped and blood painted all over the roof as Matt lost all of his hopeful ammo. He took out his machete as he gripped it tight with one final say. "ALRIGHT YOU BASTARDS, DINNERS READY!" He ran straight towards the horde, machete ready and let the noise of ripping and eaten flesh devour his battle cry.

Princess Luna, princess of the night and co-ruler of Equestria sat on her balcony. Mind and breath silent as the silence flooded her ears, a soothing feeling until she heard a distant scream, making her ear twitch. She squinted her eyes towards the direction of the forest, the Everfree forest. "Something is array." She said, retreating to her chambers waiting for the sun to take its turn.