I was at home when they announced it on the TV.

I was sitting on my couch, watching my favorite show as usual. Just when the episode was starting to get interesting, an announcement came on.

"Attention all citizens. Attention all citizens. A zombie outbreak has occurred. A zombie outbreak has occurred. Please stay calm, and make your way to any of the following:" said the reporter, listing of the names of cities.

I sit there for several minutes, wondering what to do.

I should leave. Maybe then I'll never see my parents again. I could transition. I could get the surgery--No. This is a zombie apocalypse.

I have to live until the end of the apocalypse. Then I could be myself. People might even see me as a man.

I quickly spring up from the couch, running to my small room. I take my backpack and empty of it of all of my school supplies. I start ripping open drawers, stuffing in any clothes that I like to wear--which is mostly the clothes at the bottom of the drawers. They would be at the top, that is if my parents accepted me for who I was.

A month ago I came out to my parents as transgender female-to-male*, but they started to make excuses. From a young age I had been taking lessons on how to fight--I took martial arts lessons, archery lessons, my dad had even taught me how to use a knife to fight with--and this was one of their excuses.

I think back to when I had came out to my parents.

"Mom, Dad, I have something to tell you," I had told them one day.

"What do you need to tell us?" they both replied, a little worried. Whenever I brought something up it was usually about my grades. They had high standards for me, and would question what happened if I got a B on something. I guess that's Asian parents for you.

"I..." I start, unable to say it.

"What is it? Are you failing?" My mom asked, starting to lecture me about my sister and how she would always get A+'s and took as many AP classes she could a year. Unlike her, I'm not that "smart". I mostly rely on copying others to keep my grade up.

"No..."

"Then what is it?" My dad asked.

"I..." I take a deep breath. "I'm transgender female-to-male. Please use he/him pronouns."

"Your not. Your just confused. It's probably your activities. Do we need to cancel any of them?" My mom had asked me. "Also, there's no way I'm going to use the word "he" for my daughter!"

I had never felt more hurt in my life.

I realize that I have no time to think about my coming out, as I still have more to pack. I rush over to my closet a dig deep in it until I find my chest binder. I hug it. I haven't gotten the chance to wear this in ages!

I change in my room, looking at the mirror. I hate everything about myself.

As I put my binder on, I look at my warm-brown hair. It's pretty much the only thing about myself that I actually somewhat like, even though by now I wish that I had black hair like most Asians seemed to have. The rest of my family had it as far as I knew, so somewhere in the gene pool I probably had someone who wasn't Asian or something like that.

I think my hair color makes me different from most Asians with black hair, and I think I would like my hair better if I wasn't constantly asked what hair dye I used or if I was half-Asian.

I put on female boxers, as my damn hips are way to small for male boxers.

I threw on a shirt and pants. I looked at myself--I think I passed well enough. I think the biggest reason was my small breasts, as I saw others online who binding didn't seem to do much. For me it didn't matter.

Sometimes I wondered if I actually was trans ftm** and not a different gender, but I was pretty sure that I was trans ftm. I at least knew that I wasn't cis.***

I quickly stuff a few other things in my backpack--including bow and arrow and my knife-- and leave the room to pack food and a tooth brush.

In the bathroom I stuff around 20 tooth brushes into my backpack, along with some tooth paste, wipes, and 2 towels--one of them bigger and one of them smaller.

I run into the kitchen and start filling the remaining space of my backpack with food. Once I'm finished with that, I leave the house.

I walk to the nearest bus stop, taking my bike with me as I feel that I might need it. I wait with a bunch of others, wondering if any of these people are doing the same thing as me. I doubt it, but it could be possible.

When the bus comes, I take a seat.

I fall asleep on the bus, and when I wake several hours have passed. Looking out the window I seem to be in the middle of no where.

"We are arriving at the next stop soon. The next stop will be," I hear the bus drive say, announcing the stop name.

When the bus comes to a stop I get off, having no idea where I am. There is only a bench covered by dirty glass on the side of the small old road. There is a sign with a worn bus stop symbol.

I notice that it is starting to get cloudy. Just hours ago it almost looked like it couldn't be sunnier.

I start walking on the side of the road, passing by a long drive ways as I go. I seem to be walking through a forest.

Night falls, and I start to look for shelter.

While walking I see a convertible not that far away from the road. I walk up to the abandoned black convertible, noticing that it has paint chipping and the windows are both broken and filled with dirt. The top is not up, so I spend several minutes getting it up. I find that the keys are still in the ignition, but with the state the car is in I doubt it would work and I don't know how to drive in the first place.

I quickly take my binder off, as I don't want to forget or get to lazy to take it off later. I put it in my fat orange backpack--putting my previous black T-shirt back on--, not bothering to change into something else.

I eat a little bit of my food, attempting to eat slowly even though I am so hungry. I am not very successful, but I eat slower than I could have.

I go to sleep laying across the worn leather back seats, hoping that nothing will happen to me during the night.

The next morning when I awake it is raining.

The rain pounds on the roof of the convertible, waking me up.

I change into different clothes, putting on dark blue jeans and a gray shirt.

I continue walking down the road until I find another girl who has brown curly hair in two pigtails and brown eyes. She has darker skin, but not that dark leading me to think that she is biracial.

She is focused on a map in her hand, which I notice is confusing to figure out what means what.

"Umm... do you... need any help with that?" I ask. Why did I just ask her that? I'm not that good at geography!

"Yeah, I could use some help reading it," she replies.

"Reading it?" I ask.

"I'm dyslexic," she replies, in a monotone voice.

I help her read the map, and from there she easily figures out where we are and what is near us. Luckily we aren't that far from exiting the forest.

Not that far away I see a girl fair skin, blue eyes, and short wavy brown hair getting surrounded by zombies.

Without second thought I get my bow and arrow and start to shoot.

AN: So that's the third chapter! I think that now I'm going to try to update every Friday so I'm not updating random days. Also don't forget to comment and vote if you liked it! That's all and I'll see you in the next chapter!

*trans female-to-male is where you are born female in terms of your biological sex (you have a vagina) your gender identity is male. Trans male-to-female is the same thing flipped (you are born male but your gender identity is female). Some trans female-to-male or trans male-to-female people may feel gender dysphoria, where the person will feel discomfort/distress because the parts of their biological sex and gender identity are different.  A trans male-to-female or trans female-to-male may transition, where they will change their appearance to be that of their gender identity (for example a trans female-to-male may wear a binder to help hide his breasts or a trans male-to-female may tuck her male parts below so they are not visible). They may eventually get a surgery to change their parts to be of their gender identity, for example a trans female-to-male may get their breasts removed and to change their parts below. This does not mean they will, as not all trans female to male or trans male to female people feel gender dysphoria, or will decide to transition. To more of understand what it is like to be trans female to male (or vice versa), I have gotten this from my research: Everyone has always told you that your female. You even most likely believed it, as you had female parts. You eventually realize that your not female, even though your biological sec is female. When you tell people, many of them insist that your female and say things such as "Your confused" or "It's just a phase". For trans male to female, you would flip that around. I'm not trans female to male myself, I have just done a lot of research.

**trans ftm stands for trans female-to-male, if you didn't know. If you don't know, trans

***Cis refers to someone that identifies with their birth sex