I’m gonna get this out of the way first. The apocalypse really sucks, it’s taken away everyone I’ve ever loved, my family, and my best friend, so fuck the zombies, fuck everyone.1236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtuHQAyZNrA
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I’m in Tennessee right now, walking because I don't have a damn car. Fuck everything. To add on to my unfortunate life, it just started raining, just fucking great.1236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡm9CeKf03xV
If I seem frustrated, it's because I am.1236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZnvGQ4f8Gv
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I was fine with the rain at first, but after twenty minutes of walking I'm soaking wet, the wind plasters my hair to my face, the rain pelts down even harder, and that's when I realize I'm going to have to take shelter until it slows down again.1236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQLFaNcGzZT
I don't have much on me, just my backpack and my weapons of course. I have a machete, hunting knife, and a handgun that I don't know how to use, it doesn't even have bullets in it; It's mostly for show.1236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡldWQG5rNKJ
My bag has most of the necessities I will need, food, water, extra clothes, some medical supplies, a paper map, a lighter (although I'm not sure if it even works), my special flashlight, and a portable hammock.1236Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEpNbOZAIdg
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I jog through the rain, shoes getting drenched in each puddle I trot through, my bag straps digging into my shoulders harder with every footfall. The first building I see is an elementary school; it will have to do. Running to the doors and tugging them open, I head inside.
Its dank as hell in here, and dust covers just about every surface in sight. A random assortment of papers scatter the floor, a few chairs and desks overturned in the hallway, a few old fried blood stains cover the floors and walls. It wasn't like a massacre happened here, more like a struggle. Though I really wasn't expecting to see the right side of the main hallway blocked off with bicycles, of all things.
I step past the threshold of the door as it closes with a soft click behind me, eyes scanning for anything moving while I pull my machete out of its sheath. Shivering slightly I decide the blockade must be there for a reason, so I turn to the left to try and find a secure-ish classroom down the hall to change out of my wet clothes and wait out the harsh rain in.
Before I can make it even two steps down the wide hallway, two men exit a classroom to my right and immediately train their weapons on me. A tall blonde man stares me down for a moment, his eyes flickering between my raised machete and my feet, maybe trying to gauge if I'd charge at him or not. I most definitely would not, but I didn't lower my machete either.
My eyebrows furrow together as I get a better look at the other man behind him. Brunet, a bit shorter than the blonde one, and a lot kinder looking too. He also had his weapon trained on me, but not on my head like the blonde, more so off to my right. His eyes quickly scan me and he seems to relax slightly at the sight of me.
"Drop the blade." the blonde one says, his deadly, sleek looking weapon still trained on my head. I don't drop it, instead I slowly slide it back in it's sheath and then raise my hands slightly to show I wasn't interested in hurting them. The brunet elbows his blonde buddy. "Come on Jackson, lower it, we've scared the poor girl half to death already." He mutters softly, though I've still heard him.
The one called Jackson doesn't lower his weapon or even respond to his friend, and the brunette rolls his eyes in response. "State your business." Jackson says through clenched teeth, eyes suspicious.
I'm kind of frozen, it feels like I haven't seen other people in forever. Keeping my hands up and trying not to move very much, I speak up. "Uh- I... I was just looking for shelter. From the-" I stop for a second, gesturing outside at the rain, it's picked up even more and despite being threatened, I'm glad I'm not standing in it. "From the rain." I say, finishing my sentence.
They finally seem to notice I'm soaking wet and shivering, and Jackson lowers his weapon, his quiet and rude demeanor unchanged as he keeps his hands firmly on his weapon. Watching me carefully as I let my hands fall to my sides, trying not to shiver.
Not that shivering makes you weak or anything, I just feel inferior considering no matter what goes down they have the upper hand, I look like a weak little girl and I hate it, I despise feeling backed into a corner.
The brunet takes a step forward and sticks his hand out. Hesitantly, I take it and shake softly, pulling my hand away from his firm grip. "I'm Captain Nate Renz, and that's First lieutenant Jackson Wicker, and we're national guard... or, we were before the apocalypse took out most of the military." He says, gesturing over to Jackson.
***Authors Note: sorry this chapter is oddly short, I will try to make each chapter 1000+ words but I always struggle with where to leave off at the end of chapters.***
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