from it, heading towards meI lowered the gun that was held in my hand and took a deep breath.These were my opponents, my enemies, I needed to know how to beat them.I aimed my gun at each one of the zombies who had begun closing in and fired, taking down four of them. Then two more began advancing at a fast speed. Before I had time to dodge the attack, they collided with my left shoulder and sent me flying backward onto the ground with an agonizing pain surging through my armThis wasn't happening! I thought to myself. This isn't happening! How could I have been defeated like this? What was wrong with these zombies?!Another zombie lunged at me, and I shot it straight through the chest before it could reach me.I was exhausted, I knew that. It didn't matter though. The adrenaline rush of victory filled my body as I continued shooting, ignoring the pain from the wound on my shoulder.Then, suddenly, the crowd burst into applause.I stopped, panting. I had just killed five zombies and

After that moment of realization, Jaden calmed down and became a human again. He fell forward and landed on his knees, he looked exhausted, defeated. A tear rolled down his cheek,“What do you want from me?” he asked with a trembling voice.“I only need you to come with me to Don, let's make this easy,” I said calmly, “Easy? do you know what is Don gonna do to me when he sees me? maybe you also are part of the” Jaden says loudly“Part of what?” I asked with a confused tone.“The Don is a crazy old guy, he will torture me until death” Jaden explained with a shaking voice.I stared at him shocked. Then I took a deep breath. My hands reached for the bag hanging on my hip and pulled it out, I opened the top flap, revealing several guns.I slowly approached Jaden and pointed the gun at his chest. “If you don't come with me, I'll shoot you right here and now” I threatenedJaden looked at me with fear in his eyes. “Please don't hurt me” he begged“I'm not going to hurt you" I replied “Bu

COLLIN POV I walked the lonely street of New York with blood dripping down my bat, since the apocalypse I have never had any good rest and I hope this ends soon. I was fully alerted in case of any zombies. I entered an abandoned Shopping mall, I sighted a body which already decayed laying on the floor. I sighed as I kept walking into the shopping mall taking every bottle and snack that could take me to survive for a few weeks.The whole place smelled like moldy meat and dead bodies. I looked around trying to find a place to go and finally, I spotted some food stalls.I went up to one of them and took the only edible thing inside of it. It was chicken.I walked out of the market not even knowing how long I'd been there and decided to sleep somewhere until my head hurts enough to make me forget where I am or what happened.I went through the streets and the entire time I just stared at the sky watching how the clouds passed by slowly. “Hey hands up" I heard someone yell to me,

Collin was awakened by the alarm. With a groan, he sat up on his bed and looked at the clock. It was only six in the morning; he had to start getting ready for work or he wouldn't have time to eat before coming back home. He threw on some clean clothes and brushed his teeth and hair before leaving the apartment. He enters the street of New York ignoring the corpses that lay On the road a d avoiding being seen by zombies in front of him. His eyes are focused on the sidewalk as he walks to the subway station and when he arrives he gets on an empty train and sits down facing the door. His head rested against the cool glass window of the doors trying to get his mind off of what happened the night before. After ten minutes or so of silent contemplation, Collin starts to worry about the safety of his family members, but he still seeks to look for his missing family. Suddenly he sighed a zombie in a train ticketer uniform heading towards him looking him directly in the eye. When they mad

His mother cried, begging him not to die. His father stood in front of him, hugging him and promising he would always be there for him. His aunt, uncle, and cousin laughing and joking together. Pictures of a younger version of himself laughing with his sister. A tear slid down his face as he touched the scars running along his cheekbone. The memory of his dad, holding him close with worry in his eyes and telling him he was strong. The image of his mom and aunt kissing him goodbye, their faces filled with sadness. And finally the picture of himself getting beaten by the man in black. He could feel his eyes welling up with fresh tears as the images started fading away. His vision blurred. The sound of the wind blowing passed him became deafening. The image of his parents was gone, replaced with an image of himself and another man with blonde hair and glasses. He could see that same look in his eyes, the same fear. Collin shook his head violently trying to clear away these horrible tho