you were cornered by zombie me, who actually just got turned yesterday saving carrie
I'm happy I'm not dead but I'm fake pissed you ruined my frickin dying gesture lol

"Sam. You damn- ugh." I flustered kicking the dirt. The girl dropped down on the ground with a thud, echoing the woods. Her girlfriend weeps holding her head, applying pressure to the bite. The zombie squirmed in the grasp of my rusty, nailed bat. I whack 'em to the dirt, smashing open the brain on impact.

I stood still for a good minute. Then walked towards the crying girl. "She's n-n shes not breathing. Sky. She's not breathing." Her voice cracked. I shhhed her taking the body outta her hands and walked her away, towards the camp. "Saaaaaaaammmmmmmmm." She wailed.

We reached the camp in minutes. The sun setting, an orange tint of glow is glittering the camp site. Someone comes out of a tent, walking towards us. "Lost another one." I mumbled leaving the crying girl with them. I entered my green camo tent stretching my weak limbs; All that bat swinging made my arms hurt. Finally alone, tears began sprinkling down my face. It just kept going, and running, and wouldn't stop. That night I cried myself to sleep.

The next morning I woke up with puffy eyes and white lines drawn on my cheeks. Another loot would be going out today, I along with it. I glanced at my wristwatch and hour or so ahead; time to get ready. I brushed off the dirt from yesterday and grabbed my bat. Meeting the group at the edge of the camp.

"Ready group. We're running up to the town for today's loot. Stay close, there's activity there." Someone says leading the group to the town.

In the first minutes of entry we find a unlooted gas station. Half the group goes inside and grabbs what they can while me and the rest stand guard.

The noise of moans echoed the empty street. They were close. A group of 5 or 6 zombies start running toward us. One tries grabbing me. I swing the bat into his face getting it stuck, as another one comes outta nowhere. "Shoot!" I yell pulling at my bat to get it out of the smashed skull, to no avail. So I did the only thing I could think of. I bit the arm of the zombie, it fell back on its back and skin starts growing back.

She grons. "Fuck sky. How did you know that was going to work."

"SAM! I-I DIDNT. I FUCKING PANICKED." I yelled tackling her in a hug.

"I'm pissed tho."

"WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU PISSED!"

"My fucking- dying gesture to my girlfriend is ruined and all for nothing."

"Boo hoo Juliet. I'm sorry I panicked."