It took a while for Scott to say his final goodbyes to his parents. It was rough for him. He had no siblings, and both parents worked hard to pay for him to go to school and get a good education. His parents were the nicest people ever. They were happy that me and Scott were friends. And Mrs. Connor had hoped that someday we would be in a relationship. I then made a solemn vow. I was going to protect Scott with my whole life, and keep him happy for as long as we lived. Nothing else mattered that day. No one else besides Scott mattered that day. I was going to make his parents proud. I was going to stop this apocalypse. The zombies tried to hurt my Scottie.

THE ZOMBIES TRIED TO TAKE MY SCOTTIE AWAY FROM ME!!!!!

I was mad that the zombies caused my Scottie pain and attempted to leave me broken-hearted for the rest of my days! Those bastards are going to pay with their very existence! I shall not rest until I see to it that every trace of their time on Earth is eliminated!!!

Scott finally had the courage to leave the house. We packed more knives, well, all the knives, and the First-Aid kit. With two knives in each of our hands, we left the house. We walked down the street in complete silence. I was in full alert. Scott, meanwhile, was carrying the pain of being an orphan. I looked at him and bit my lip. "Aw Scott. Everything is going to be alright. We will have our revenge. Don't worry.", I said. Scott looked at me with anger, "You could've saved them! You could've done something to keep them from dying! And now they are gone forever!" I sighed and we stopped walking. I looked at him, "Scott, there was no chance in saving them. They were already gone. I knew that I was too late, but I wasn't late in saving you." He looked down, "I'm sorry, I should've been more grateful. It's just that......that...." He couldn't continue and he started to cry. I hugged him and comforted him, "It's going to be okay Scott. I'm here for you." Scott put his head into the crook of my neck, "Thank you for saving me." I smiled, "You're welcome."

After a few hours of walking, we finally made it to the highway. There were a few cars that were abandoned. I looked around and saw a gun store. "Scott, look.", I said pointing to the store. Scott looked at it, "Y-You're kidding right?! We're not gonna walk in there and take all of the guns! We don't know how to use guns!" I smiled, "There's a shooting range right behind the store. Besides, the government would want us to defend ourselves as much as possible. And all laws would be ignored at this point. Survival is now the main rule. Come on." I walked to the store. Scott followed nervously. "B-But what if we get caught! We could get into big trouble!", he said. I giggled, "Oh, I bet that people are going to yell at us for taking guns to kill zombies! Yeah sure! Like that's gonna happen!" Scott let out a nervous sigh.

I smiled, then a new sound reached my ears. I covered Scott's mouth. "Mph!", he said. He removed my hand, "What are you doing?" "Shh!", I said covering his mouth again. I listened hard. It was coming from the store. "Fuck. There must be a zombie in there.", I whispered. Scott's eyes widened and whispered, "What do we do?" I smiled and walked towards the door. Scott panicked and began waving his arms frantically, trying to get me to come back. I shook my head and gestured to him to come to my side. He did, and I peeked inside the store. Sure enough, there were two zombies in there. They looked like they used to work at the store. Well, looks like we're not gonna pay for a while. I smiled and held up two fingers to Scott. Scott let out a small gasp. I then snuck into the store, and crept up behind one. It turned around and tried to attack me, but I was much faster than that old rag. I quickly threw a knife at it's head, and it died. It's partner growled at me and walked to me. I rolled my eyes and smirked. It went one way and I went the other. "Whoops! Too slow!", I said to the creature and stabbed it's head from behind. It collapsed to the ground. I motioned for Scott to come in. He came in and worked his way around the dead zombies (ironic).

"Grab as many guns and bullets as you can and let's get to the shooting range.", I said as I began to grab some guns off the shelves. Scott grabbed some pistols, handguns, and bullets, while I grabbed some rifles, katanas, and a few AK-47's. We all put them on the counter and I noticed a case behind the counter. I jumped behind the counter and opened it. I smiled. "What is it?", Scott asked. I stood up holding two Snipers. "Jackpot.", I replied with a smile on my face. His eyes widened, "Oh shit. Those are some pretty sharp snipers." "I know right.", I said holding one up and posed. Scott got nervous again, "Careful! That could be loaded!" I checked, "Nah, these were recent deliveries." "Oh..." We went to the shooting range and we loaded the handguns first. We put on protection. Scott was getting nervous again, "Are you sure about this?" I smirked, "Positive!" I aimed at a target, and pulled the trigger.

BANG!

I hit the head. "Well, that was easy...", I said. A wave of pride came over me. Scott stared at me the whole time. "Holy shit Belle. It's like you're an entire different person.", he said. I smiled at him, "Well, I am your bodyguard right? So I have to be perfect to protect you." Scott shrugged and aimed at another target. BANG! He missed and hit the haystack that was the backing of the target. He bit his lip. "Um......whoops." I giggled, and he joined in. We both started laughing.