Virus

by DJ Noise

Rating: mature
Tags: Princess Celestia, Sex, Main 6, Gore, Dark, Alternate Universe, Human, Sad, Romance, Princess Luna, Horror
Length: 5927

Me and my sister are surviving the zombie apocalypse. Struggling to get by in this hell. It isn't easy.

Lirik Darville, a high school senior, is about to have her life change for the worse. The dead starting to walk type of worse.

Published 2016-01-03 23:40:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-01-03 23:40:02 UTC

Day 1

I slowly open my eyes and look at my alarm clock. Damn, I have another hour before I need to be at school. Might as well get up and start the day off early. I rub the sleep out of my eyes and get out of bed. Coming into contact with the cold, wood floor have me goosebumps. Why couldn't we just have carpet? I noticed the smell of burning meat and walked into the kitchen to find my sister cooking breakfast. "Why are you up so early Sarah?" I question.

She looks at me and smiles. "Couldn't sleep" She tiredly responds

"That sucks. What are you making?"

She yawns. "I'm making bacon. It should be ready in a few minutes"

"Awesome, thanks"

She smiles. "Don't mention it L"

I smile and go back to my room. I should probably take a shower, it'll wake me up more. I open my closet and take out a plain black shirt and a pair of baggy, black pants.
"Do you need the bathroom?" I call out to my sister.

"No thanks!" She replies.

I grab a towel and walk into my bathroom. I walk out soaking wet and feeling refreshed a couple minutes later. "Breakfast is ready!" My sister calls.

"Alright!"

I go over to the table and start eating. After I eat I walk over to the door and slip on my boots. "Have a good day at school" Sarah says.

"A good day at school? You're hilarious." I say.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Get your ass to school." She smiles.

"Ugh, bye Sarah. I love you."

"Love you to Sis"

I walk out the door and light a cigarette. Fuck school, it's hell. I don't care what you say. I put my earphones in and play a Song. I slowly make my way towards the building, bobbing my head with the beat. I toss my cigarette but and walk into school. Let's see, I've got history then calculus, physical education, astronomy, lunch, and English. Yay me. I make my way over to history and sit down. This is going to be a long day.

Finally, lunch. I sit down at an empty table and put in my earphones. I close my eyes and start nodding my head with the beat. Shortly after I feel a tap on my shoulder and growl. I open my eyes and pull out an earphone. "What do you want" I snap.

"Oh um I'm sorry to disturb you but I was wondering if I can sit here." A high pitched feminine voice speaks.

I turn around to see who I'm dealing with and am greeted with an unfamiliar face. She has bright green eyes, black hair and looks a bit scared. Hmm. Kind of cute. "Yeah, go ahead. Sit wherever and sorry for the aggressive reaction. I just don't like people interrupting my music. Anyway, my name is Lirik. How's it going?"
"Pretty good. My name's Jade" Replies shyly.

I laugh. "Nice to meet you Jade"

"Um... If you don't mind me asking... Why the name Lirik? It sounds kind of... um... masculine."

"According to my sister the only thing that would make me stop crying as a child was music. Didn't mater what kind. I loved it all."

"Why 'according to my sister'?"

All of a sudden I got a huge feeling of depression. Enough to make my eyes water a little. "I don't want to talk about it" I said very quietly.

"Why not?" She innocently responded

I slammed my fist on the table and yelled " I don't want to talk about it!" I got up and ran to the bathroom. I got there and looked in the mirror. Tears were falling down my face. I collapsed and started sobbing like a fucking baby. I stayed there for a few minutes before getting up and looking in the mirror my dark blue eyes were puffy and there were still tears in them. I wipe them on the sleeve of my shirt and walk out of the bathroom. I start walking to English after I put my earphones in. I get there and sit down.

I walk out the school doors and light a cigarette. It's been a long day so far. I walk home and open the door. My sister sees my face apparently. "What's wrong?" She asks worriedly.I look at her for a second before sprinting over to her and hugging her. I started crying again while she stood there and started rubbing the back of my head. I ended up falling asleep shortly after that. At least tomorrow is Saturday.

Author's Note

Chapter 1 complete. Yay ^_^ this isn't exactly my first story but it's the only one currently published. The other ones were too... Meh, I guess. They didn't really seem satisfactory. Besides, they were in second person. Bleh. It seems WAY too repetitive adding all of those "You"'s. I don't plan on taking this story down and it will be updated weekly. Maybe some chapters thrown in here and there throughout the week. I don't really know. I have some plans for this story and definitely plan on making a sequel after its done. Add in more crazy shit an all that. The first few chapters are going to be set in earth though. So be warned. Feedback would be great. I'd like to know your opinion about it and your criticism.

Day 2

I awoke to my sister violently shaking me. "LIRIK! WAKE UP! WE HAVE TO GO NOW!" She screamed worriedly.

"What the hell is going on Sarah?"

"Fucking zombies!" She exclaimed.

I sit there for a second before laughing. "Yeah right, stop fucking around"

"I'm being serious!"

I groan. "There is no such thing as zombies" I heard a knock on my door "I'll get it"

"LIRIK NO!" She screams right as I open the door.

I look at the figure standing there. "Um... do you need something?" As it faces my I stand frozen in terror. It's fucking lips are ripped off! It tackles me and starts trying to bite me. "Sarah! Please help me!" I scream. It's a fucking zombie! How in the fuck is this here?! ZOMBIES ARE FUCKING FICTIONAL! Something hits the zombie and it falls to the right of me. I scramble back and stand up, breathing heavily. "WHAT THE FUCK!?" It starts getting back up and I kick it in the side with all of my might, hearing, and feeling, multiple snaps coming from the zombie. It falls down and starts trying to get back up. I sprint to the kitchen and grab a sturdy knife.

I rush back and slam the knife deep into the fuckers skull. It collapses and goes silent. A large amount of blood pouring out of its head. " We need to go now Sarah! Start grabbing shit and meet back here!" I rush to my room and start grabbing anything useful. Some cloths a large backpack my cigarettes and my fathers knife. I go to the bathroom and open up the sink. I get a small first aid kit, a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a role of gauze. I race back to the living room. My sister is in the kitchen clearing out the cabinets and refrigerator for some cans of food and bottles of water. I notice a small snub nose revolver sitting on the table. "Where the fuck did you get that?" I ask.

She looks at the revolver and replies "I bought it a few weeks ago for some self defense. Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it. And right now I'm pretty sure I made the right decision."

"How many rounds do you have for it?"

"Around twenty or so"

"Alright, do you have everything?"

"Yeah, let's go"

I toss her the keys and start walking towards the door. I open it and look outside. Jesus Christ, it's absolute hell out here. People running around, smoke in the air, screams of terror coming from the people. I notice someone get tackled by another and start trying to get away. The one that tackled them leans down and bites the other ones face. The blood, oh my god there's so much blood. My sister screams at me "LETS GO!" I shake the vision from my head and run to the car. We put the stuff in the car and start it up.
"Go to the gas station. I say.

"Why?"

"More supplies" I respond.

We pull out of the driveway and start driving to the nearest gas station. As we drive by I look out the window. So much death and destruction. Zombies feasting on the innocent. No one is safe from them. Even the children. A small tear falls from my eye. "We're here, let's go!" She takes the keys and locks up the car. "Be quick." She says.

"Yeah, I will." She hands me the gun.

"Do you know how to use this?" She asks.

"Yes, father took me shooting a lot. I might be a little rusty but I can manage."

"Good because I don't have a damn clue about how to use that thing."

We run inside and try to find anything that's left. People are grabbing things left and right. What catches my eye is the back wall behind the counter. Cigarettes. Lots and lots of smokes. I smile and jump behind the counter, grabbing as many packs as I can and stuffing them in my pockets and bags. I grab a pack of lighters and turn around before something catches my eye. A handgun underneath the counter and a box of ammunition.

I grab it and throw it in my bag before climbing over and grabbing a bunch of candy bars and gum. Once I do that I run over to the rows of food and grab some bags of jerky. "LIRIK! LET'S GO!" I hear.
I see my sister running to the car before some one tackles her.
I drop everything and sprint as fast as I can towards her.

She pushes him off and I pull out the revolver and shoot him. My aim was a little off and I ended up hitting him in the chest. I fire once more and hit him in the head, dropping him. "Get in the car!" I yell. I run back to the bag I dropped, picked it up, and ran to the car. I got in and put my seatbelt on. As soon as I closed the door Sarah took off. "Where are we going?" I ask.

"Away from the town"

I nod. "What did you get?"

"Some food, water, and energy drinks. You?"

"Cigarettes, food and lighters." I also pull out the gun I found and showed it to her. "And this beauty" I smirk

"Awesome" She smiles

I press the magazine release and pull back the slide. I catch the round and look at the bottom of it. .45 ACP, nice. I look over the gun and see an engraving on the side. It says Eclipse. It's a silver handgun with wooden grips on the handle. It's definitely beautiful that's for sure. And judging by the size of the round it also packs one hell of a punch. I put the magazine back in and chamber a round. Then I take it back out and put the round that was in the chamber back in it, then slide it back in and flip up the safety. I keep it in my hand and slowly fall asleep.

Day 27

Me and my sister walk down a dirt road. A knife in each of our hands, gun in its holster. I open up a pack of cigarettes, pull one out and light it. It's the middle of June and God is it hot out. Sweat clings to both of us as we trudge down the path back to our home. It's been twenty-five days since it happened. The dead coming back to life and eating the living with a hunger that can match my own right now. I haven't eaten in two days.

Once we get back we are going on a scavenging mission to the nearest store. Which, unfortunately, is ten miles away. We have enough fuel to make it there but not back. All we can do is hope that we can find some or that's going to be a long, dangerous walk. Once we got back I grabbed the keys and tossed them to Sarah. We are currently holed up in an old cabin in the woods. We are both nearly out of ammo for our guns. I've got about twenty rounds while she only has nine. We get in the car and start it up. I look at my phone and grin. On the other scavenging trip ,about a week ago, I found a solar charger that fit my phone.

That means I have music again thankfully. I turn it on and play a Song. We both smile and bob our head to the song while driving to the store. Once we get there I turn off the music and hop out the car. Sarah locks it and we both enter the store. It's a small store but it looks like it hasn't been picked clean. We open up our bags and walk to either side of the store. I look at a shelf and smile.

Sitting on it is one last bottle of whiskey. There will be good times tonight. I grab a few bottles of water that I find as well as some bags of chips. I go to see what my sister is doing when I hear a creak. I look to where the sound is coming from and see a shelf falling right on top of me. "AHH! Sarah help! I'm pinned!" I scream out in pain. I'm entirely covered by the shelf except for my head. My ankle feels like it's been sprained or something like that. I hear someone running towards me and look up to see Sarah. She looks VERY worried.

I try to push it off but it's too heavy for me. Sarah puts her hands under and we both lift we get it up a little bit before my arms give out and it slams down on me. I scream in pain as it hits my ankle again. I look at Sarah and notice something behind her. "SARAH! WATCH OUT!" I scream. She turns around and is shoved to the ground by a zombie "SARAH!" She shoves the thing off and shoots it in the head. I see more of them coming and can feel myself pale at the sight. There had to be atleast seven. The odds of us making it out are very slim. Even I can tell that. I start to cry as the situation dawns on me. I am going to die here. So is my sister. This was it, the end of my life. A surge of anger flows through me. I AM NOT GOING TO DIE BY THESE CUNTS! I push against the shelf with all of my strength. Lifting it slowly but surely.

I hear my sister start firing off rounds before I get out. I finally push it off of me just as I hear a scream. My blood goes cold. I look back at Sarah and pull out my gun. She's on the ground with two of them on her. I can see the blood. Her blood. Everywhere. I scream in anger and shoot both of them off of her. I look at her and collapse next to her. She's bleeding out. Her throat is torn to pieces. I can hear her choking on her own blood. It's everywhere. I stare at my sister with tears in my eyes.

I hug her for the last time. I put the gun against her head ,while letting out one last sob, and pull the trigger. She goes completely still and I collapse on top of her. I haven't cried this hard in my entire life. Not When my fifteen year old dog died. Not when my grand parents died. Not even when my parents died. I lay there on top of her dead body sobbing for about half an hour and lay there for another hour. Just feeling hollow. Feeling numb to the world around me. I've just lost my sister and ended someone's life. I get up and grab her revolver. I lay down next to her and grab her hand. I put the barrel to my temple and say my last words. "I love you so much Sarah. You can't even begin to comprehend how much."
And I pull the trigger.

Day 28

I awoke to the sound of banging at the front door. "Sarah, there's someone at th-" I cut myself off right there. There wasn't a Sarah anymore. She's gone. I got my Kimber out and went to the front door. I looked outside and saw a familiar crowd of zombies. And by the looks of things, that door will not hold forever. I sigh and open up the bottle of whiskey I found and start chugging it. It burnt but I've been through worse. I finished half of it before putting it down and gasped for air. I grabbed the larges bag I had and started stuffing all the ammo, weapons, food, and water I could into it and put it on. I put my Kimber, Sarah's revolver, and Ivy on my hip and took another swig of whiskey. I put the bottle back in my bag and started walking to the front door.

I took the scope off of the rifle and put it in my bag before busting out the window on the front door and screaming in rage. "THIS IS FOR SARAH YOU UNDEAD CUNTS!" I took aim at the closest one and shot him. I chambered another round using the lever and shot another one ,and another, and another, and another. They all started coming up to the door and I put them down just as I did the last motherfuckers. Once that was empty I pulled out my Eclipse and shot at them every time I pulled the trigger one of them dropped. I switched to Sarah's revolver and got two shots in before the door gave in and splintered. Unleashing hell to the inside of the house. I fired off the last three rounds before pulling out my knife. One after the other those mother fuckers died. I was filed by nothing other than rage and adrenaline. I'm going to take as many of these mother fuckers out as I could.

I stabbed another and my blade got stuck in his head so I pulled out my spare. Stab stab stab stab stab stab. And then I just started laughing my ass off. Something about this makes me want to laugh so hard. I'm covered in blood, stabbing zombies, and laughing my ass off. Unfortunately my other knife got lost so I only have Ivy now. One round. I turned and leaped out the window onto a zombie. Great more shit I have to deal with. I punched that cunt in the head as hard as I could and ran. I ran all the way back to my old town. I took short breaks along the way. And I may have seriously considered quitting smoking along the way. But in a few hours I made it back to where I started. I ran all the way back to my old house and fell into Sarah's bed. I looked around her room for anything to remember her by. I opened her nightstand drawer and found a silver locket. I opened it it and burst into tears. It was the photo of us together sitting on a bench during a beautiful day at the park. We were both looking at the camera with our arms over each other. I was fifteen at the time and she was twenty-two.

Only three years ago but it seems like forever. I loved her so damn much. More than anything in the world. I collapsed onto her bed and passed out. Why does the world have to be so unfair? I awoke shortly after to, guess what? MORE FUCKING BANGING! Are they ever going to leave me alone? I sat there on the bed and light a cigarette. Shortly after I heard a snap and a loud bang. I decided aSong would be nice . They got in. Well then, that was sooner than expected. I pulled out Ivy again. One round is all it would take to end this suffering. Besides, it'll save me a lot of pain. I took a drag off my cig and put the cold barrel of Ivy against my head. They started to come into my line of sight. Goodbye Sarah. I love you so much. And then I pulled the trigger and everything went white.

Day 29

I open my eyes and stare at my surroundings. Trees are all around me. But that doesn't make sense. I shouldn't be alive. I pulled the trigger, it should be over. Maybe it is. I'm so confused about this whole situation. WHERE THE HELL AM I? I just sit here, not knowing what to do. I stand up and start walking in a random direction. I pull out my Kimber and continue walking. Everything smells fresher in a way. More natural. I hear a twig snap behind me and quickly turn around.

There's a small dog looking thing with glowing eyes and made of wood. I just stand there staring at it. I don't have any words for this. It's just there and is definitely not FUCKING NORMAL. I just laugh harder and harder until I'm bent over struggling for air. "IVE GONE COMPLETELY INSANE!" I choke out while laughing. The dog thing tilts his head sideways as if he's confused. Then I notice four much larger dogs behind him with their teeth bared and growling. I quickly stop laughing and raise my Kimber. They don't seem nice at all. I frown and ask "Are you nice?" One of the larger dogs jump at me and I quickly fire two rounds at him.

One hits him in the chest and he just kind of collapses into a pile of wood while the other one nails another in the head and also collapses. "Bad puppy!" I say in a childish voice. The other three run off and I smile. "Where you goin' puppies?" I shrug and turn back around and continue walking. I walk for another hour or two before seeing a small cottage. It's already getting pretty late so I decide to crash there for the night. I walk up to the front door to see it completely dark inside. I shrug and walk inside admiring the homey feeling about it. I see a couch and rush over to it. After take off my backpack I reload my Kimber and slide it under the cushion. I lay down on It and fall asleep.

I wake up but keep my eyes closed because I feel someone breathing on me. I spring up, tackle them to the ground and grab my Kimber before turning back to it. What I tackled wasn't human, nor zombie, nor any other creature on earth. What I landed on was a yellow pegasus that looked like it was going to piss itself. Scratch that, it actually pissed itself. "What are you?" I ask more myself than it.

What really surprised me though was its response. "I-I-I'm a p-p-pony." She cried out.

I screamed and jumped off of her. "YOU CAN TALK?!"

She let out a cute little noise. "Y-y-yes"

"Holy shit, I've actually gone insane. What's your name little one?"

"F-Fluttershy i-if th-that's okay w-with you."

"What do you mean if that's okay with me? That's your name."

"O-okay s-sorry"

"Alrighty then. I need you to do me a huge favor."

"W-what kind of favor?"

"If anything comes through that door you need to wake me up. No exceptions. And if you try to kill me or steel from me in my sleep, you are going to regret it"

Her eyes got really wide "Eep! K-kill or s-steal from you? Why would I do that?"

"I don't know just don't do it." After I said that I laid back down on her couch and fell asleep.

I am woken up by Fluttershy shortly after. "Um... There's somepony at the door."

"Somepony?"

"Y-yes, they're at the door." After she says that I grab my Kimber and stretch. I stand against the wall behind the door and motion for her to open it. She opens the door and greets the new pony. She has a cyan coat with rainbow hair and looks kind of cute. I quickly shake that thought from my head. She's a pony, not human. In my mind, that wouldn't go too well. I look at Fluttershy and motion for her to let the other one in. "O-oh, hi Rainbow Dash. Would you like to come in?"

"Uh, sure. You seem really tense Shy. Is everything alright?"

"Y-yes, I-I'm f-fine D-D-Dash" I face palm. She is a horrible liar. Hopefully that won't cause any complications.

"Alright, if you say so." She says cautiously.

Fluttershy stands to the side of the door to allow Rainbow in. As soon as she steps through the door I put the gun against her head. Not a moment later I feel to very hard and forceful things smash into my chest, sending me flying a couple of feet and knocking the wind out of me. I lay on the ground, gasping for air while she starts to walk over to me with one of the most angriest faces I've seen. I pull out Sarah's revolver and aim it at her.

She continues to walk while saying, "what are you going to to with that tiny thing? Hit me with it?" I grin and pull the trigger. My shot goes wide, but clips her ear. "AH! What the buck did you just do to me?!" I caugh and get up again. She's still on the ground clutching her bleeding ear while the other pony looks at the scene in horror. I walk over to the cyan one and point it at her head.

"This little device here is what we call a gun. It shoots things called bullets which are metal casings filled with gunpowder with a piece of metal in the end. A pointed piece of metal hits the back of the bullet which contains a small charge that ignites the rest of the gunpowder inside, using pressure to push the metal piece out at high velocity." I say. She's completely still by the end of it, probably in fear of the newfound knowledge that I can end her life so easily.

"I-if you hurt Fluttershy I'm going to end you"

I become a bit angry at the threat and growl. "I would never hurt her as long as she doesn't hurt me. And why did you fucking kick me?"

"Fluttershy was acting weird and you felt like a threat to me."

"Fair enough." I reach a hand down towards her. She looks at it for a second before placing her good in my hand.

"Come here and let me get you patched up. And sorry for the whole shooting you thing."

She cringes a bit and looks at me. "I did sort of kick you pretty hard."

"Yeah well, it's in the past now. Come here."

I walk over and open up my bag, pulling out a small medical kit while she sits on the couch. I pull out a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "This is going to hurt like a bitch so be prepared." She slowly nods and I pour a bit into her wound. As soon as it comes in contact with here ear she cries out in pain. I cringe and apologize to her. After I did that I wrapped the top half of her ear in gauze. " There you go, all set."
"Gee, thanks doc." She sarcastically remarks.

"Don't mention it gay pride."

She blushes heavily. "I-I'm not gay!" She says aggressively. I giggle and think to myself. Man, I might have a chance with her after all. I just notice Fluttershy sitting on the ground next to us, still staying quiet and looking sad.
"What's wrong Shy?" Questions Dash.

"You're hurt." She says quietly.

"Not really, I'm fine at the moment." Dash says seriously.

"I'm just going to lay down now, if that's okay with you."

"Um... Yeah Flutters. That's okay."

I open up my pack of cigs and take one out. "What's that?" Dash asks.

"Cigarette."

"What do they do?"

"You light the end with fire and then inhale, I calms you down." I say as I light it up.

"Oh cool! Can I try?" She asks. I stare at her for a moment thinking. On one hand it is very unhealthy. On the other it would be fun to watch her be fucked up on her first cig. Bah, screw health. Laughing is better. I pass her the cigarette and she inhales. As soon as she does she starts coughing.
"Easy there, don't inhale as much next time." I pass it back to her and she inhales for a shorter period of time. I pull it away and look at her. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good." She says, sounding retry out of it. I giggle and look at her.

"Try walking." She gets up and slowly and very unsteadily tries to walk. She falls down after a few steps and lays there, not moving. "Um Dash? You okay?" I worriedly ask. She sort of moans in response. I shrug and lay on the couch. I fall asleep after finishing my cig and tossing it outside. I wake up around half an hour later to a knocking at the door. God damnit. It seems like I can't ever get good sleep. I open the door and aim my Kimber at the stranger. She's a purple pony with a horn. She looks at me in shock and then looks inside. To my misfortune dash is still on the ground with blood next to her from her ear. I look at her for a second to see her face turn from shock to rage. The next thing I know I'm blown back through the house and out the window. I lay on the ground screaming and crying in pain.

When I went through that window a shard of glass cut me from my forehead directly above my left eye all the way down do my jaw. I lost all vision in my left eye and laid there. She climbs out the window and throws me against the wall with some invisible force. I feel it tightening around my neck before I can't breath. I start struggling against my bonds before both Fluttershy and Dash run run outside. My vision starts to go black as I see their mouths moving towards the crazy bitch. A few seconds later I feel the force let go and I drop to my knees, sobbing and gasping for breath.

I've never been in this much pain in my entire life. I look up to the three ponies and stare at them, tears leaking from my eyes. Dash wears a face of utter shock while Fluttershy and the purple cunt start tearing up. I slowly get up and start walking towards Fluttershy, not looking at anyone else. As soon as I get in front of Fluttershy is swiftly turn to my left and deck the bitch in the head. She drops to the ground, unconscious. With the amount of force I put behind that swing I might have fractured her skull.

Wishful thinking I guess, highly unlikely though. I go inside the house and grab my stuff. I search the house for a bathroom and find one offer a few minutes. I look in the mirror and start crying again. Completely ruined. I will never get it back, ever. I lock the door and take out my first aid kit. After an hour of screaming and crying I finally patch up my wounds. I lay on the floor and pull out the bottle of whiskey. I stare at it for a moment before unscrewing the lid and taking a few gulps. I place it back in my bag and slowly drift into the dream world.

Day 27 Part 2

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I slowly get up. Absolutely no expression on my face. I grab both of our bags and walk them to the car. I grab the keys off of Sarah and unlock the car and then put the bags in. I see a car on the side of the road and walk towards it. I open the trunk and find a jerry can. Cool. I open the car door and look around inside. I open the center console and find a granola bar. I also check the glove box and see something wrapped in cloth. I pull it out and unwrap it finding a revolver. Definitely more of a show piece. It had an ivory handle while all the metal on it was silver and engraved with a vine pattern. Engraved on the side of the barrel was the word Ivy. I opened the cylinder and noticed the rounds. There was exactly one .357 round. How fitting.

I walked over to the car and opened the gas tank lid. While I poured in the contents of the jerry can heard a noise. I look behind me and just stare. I'm absolutely emotionally spent but if I wasn't I would be showing fear. A crowd of zombies atleast a hundred strong, shambling towards me. I emptied the rest of the can and tossed it. I walked to the driver side of the car and casually got in like nothing was wrong. I turned the car on and started driving back to home. I noticed an R.V. On the side of the road and decided to check it out. I pulled up next to it and got out of the car. I walked up to the door and knocked on it. No answer. I opened it up and stood back. I raised my gun towards the door and called out. "Is anyone in there?" I heard some movement and a few zombies fell out onto the pavement. I aimed my Kimber at them and put two in their heads. I walked past them into the vehicle and saw another zombie. This one looked like he was only ten years old or so. I shot him without hesitation. What does it matter.

They're all dead anyways. I searched it and found a couple more boxes of .45 ACP, a box of .308 Winchester and a lever-action rifle with a scope. I got out of there and headed back home. Once there I unloaded the car and payed in bed. This was a long day. I'm not sure what I'm going to do after today. Hell I might just off myself. I don't have any reason to live anymore. What's the point in living without a reason?