Brace yourselves, this is a pretty long story based on my friend's dream.

I stood up, walking north towards a direction where my house was. I was currently in a meadow, trees surrounded me. As I neared toward the trees, I heard a rustle, followed by some growls. I turned to find a boy that looked around my age sprinting towards me. I stopped him and asked him,

"What's wrong?" I noticed his face was scared, worried. He kept turning his head to look through the trees.

He said nothing except for "Follow me". Before jolting across the meadow.

For some reason I had instant trust towards him and sprinted after him. I didn't spare a single glance behind. Something I regret now.

The forest flashed by, we both jumped over rocks, tree roots. Dodged stray branches. Crickets kept annoyingly chirping at us. I followed him even though I could be home right now.

The boy slowed down to a stop, and I slowed down too. We stopped at a abandoned tree house, the house was covered in ivy. A broken yet stable ladder lead the way up. I climbed up first since he insisted, and then I followed after. We stayed there, leaning against the wall, gasping for air.

After we cooled down, it was all silent. I was about to ask him why we are here and who he was, but then I heard a creepy growl.

Instantly the boy jumped straight out of the treehouse and dashed towards the tree. Why? What's wrong

I was alone. I was scared. What's happening? Why did he leave me here? After a silent debate with myself, I stood up and descended down the treehouse. I then dashed towards the direction I last saw him, until a heard the same growl again. Curiosity brought me to a stop. I turned around searching for the source of the noise.

I stopped and found it. There stood a human with rotting flesh, dismantled clothes and stumbled while it walked. I realized it was a zombie.

And after watching many movies, it was useless to run. I felt around my body and found a pocketknife inside my right pocket trouser. I wielded the blade and swiftly brought it into the creature's head, it fell down in a dead lump.

I then continued to follow the path the boy ran. I started to realize a light mist was rolling in but I chose to ignore it. Then I heard a noise. It wasn't a growl, or a deep noise, it was light sobbing. I searched around and followed its voice. I stopped at a bush where the sound emitted the loudest, I crouched down and pushed the bush aside, preparing my pocketknife just in case.

There sat a girl, her hands covered her eyes as she continued to cry. I asked her what's wrong. But then did I notice a dark mark embedded into her neck. I saw her flesh, her muscles, bones. How was she still alive?

And then she started to growl, her pale skin started to turn grey and rot. I wanted to scream, but that would attract attention. I instantly got up and sprint. I didn't know I dropped my pocketknife then...

After  a while of running, I stopped to catch my breathe. I turned around to see the little girl, a distance away from me running. She was still half human. I spotted his figure. The boy who ditched me in the treehouse. "Run!" A shouted. I knew that even though he ditched me, he was still a valuable ally for now.

We both ran and ran. Eventually we lost the half human half zombie girl. We stopped near a beige house gasping for air. We both decided it was best to enter the house for shelter, and take whatever we could find.

We stopped at the porch, interrupted by a scream. It was a female shriek. I jiggled the door knob, and it finally opened. I looked inside and there was a middle aged woman, staring at us, her mouth agape. Her eyes were on my friend. I turned to him and noticed his body was covered in dirt, he had small cuts on himself but they didn't look zombie made.

Instantly I told the lady "He's not a zombie"

The woman sighed in relief, before pulling us inside, peering out the door taking in the surrounding before closing the door. "Here" She said hurriedly pulling out a machete and base ball bat. She handed me the ax while my bud the bat.

There was then groaning and scratches against the window. We all siamotainously  turned our heads to see two zombies, a old male one and... The little girl.

The woman started to repeatingly scream "No! No!" As she walked towards the window. I saw a panel, it held a photograph in it. Inside was the women, the little girl and a old man that I recognize as the male zombie at the window. She opened the door, ran outside to check up on them. There was a scream, and I knew she was long gone.

Quickly we close the door and took chairs to block any intruders, there was banging. There was no other way to get out.. I felt like we lost.

My friend started to pull my sleeve and directed me towards the back door. Of course! there was a backpack hanging on a coat rack. I took the sac, —and accidentally ditched my weapon—, quickly ran towards the kitchen we passed by and stuffed as much food I could find into the bag. We exited through the back door, the door slammed shut LOUDLY. and then I heard growls coming our direction, and I knew we were heard.

We then started to sprint as far as we can. Our surrounding started to change, less trees were found, and we were running on solid concrete. We were in a townscape.

In a season of the walking dead, they found a prison, a useful shelter. I told my friend we should try and search for one. We started to run around together, afraid if we split up we'd lose one another.

Finally we stopped at a prison. It looked.. Taken over. Someone was already there. Right when we walked through the doors, I knew my inference was right when a gun was aimed at my friend's head. The man holding the gun, he looked bulky, strong, scary.., a sociopath. His finger started to itch to pull the trigger, and once it finally moved...

A lady slapped the gun away, it made a loud bam, but injured no one. The gun slid away into a dark corner. The lady seemed kind. She told us to follow her, the deeper we got into the prison, the more disgusted expressions we received from the inhabitants.

The deeper I got, the more my sense realized that everything is off. I then decided to take in the women's appearance. She held a red machete, no it wasn't red, it was stained red. Half of her face has splattered blood on it, and her clothing was 90% blood. I knew that I couldn't trust them, she was insane. She turned to us, a creepy smile planted on her red face. I knew what was going to happen, I noticed her hand itching to chuck the weapon at us.

"Wait." I exclaimed. I took off my backpack and stupidly dumped out all of the food supply I stored in it. "Take it, all of it! Just please don't kill us. Let us leave alive." I pleaded.

She grinned. "Of course." Then she let us go, the machete in her hand dropped to insure we were safe.

For now.

Nearing the exit, a large dark man stopped us. He was armed with a weapon and attacked us. I stopped him with my own weapon and ending him with a blow to the head. And then we started to run again, just me and my friend.

But then. It was only just me.

We were suppose to be hiding from the psychopaths/sociopaths chasing us down. He was caught, he told me to run.

I saw how he died.

He was stabbed to death.

And I did nothing to save him.

He was dragged away from me by a man.

I didn't see him again.

The world was so quiet.

Then night started to come. After everything was dead silent, I took my chances and followed the gravel path my friend and I were walking before.

There was some grumbling, a bright light shined at my eyes. It was a car. I screamed at it, flagging for the car to stop and slow down for me. As if god finally agrees with me, the car slowed down.

Inside the car, the driver, was a teenage boy. He held a shot gun, and it was aimed straight towards me. Instantly I put up my hands and rambled about what I have suffered so far. He lowered the shot gun and allowed me to enter the car, and we drove off.

After a while, I asked him what is happening, and what he knows about the incident. He explained "No one knew how it happened but folklore says it was due to a brain virus outbreak, within a hospital. The virus spread quickly"

He then tossed me a bag of potato chips, he reached from the back seat. He smiled at me, as my stomach rumbled in response. "Thank you' I mumbled.

The night was peaceful. But we both knew that peace never lasts long during an apocalypse.

(Morning) In the distance, I could make out a city, and I knew that it must be packed with zombies.

I asked him "Why are we driving towards the city?"

He replied with "Because my dad is there, in the hideout across the city. The hideout has a lot of resources and supplies" I quickly understood but it was still very dangerous, so I kept my guard up.

The city was getting closer and closer, and the amount of zombies I counted got larger and larger. Before us, was the largest horde I've ever seen, probably consisting over more than 1000 virus infected zombies.

Luckily the zombies were a bit spread out, and I guess the driver did to when he floored the gas pedal. The car jolted forwarded and flew past the zombies, many of them were hit, blood splattered everywhere.

"Stupid walkers" The teenager beside me chuckled. I stared at him as if he was the cure to mankind.

After a while, the amount of walker's died down. I was extremely surprised by the fast that none of the zombie parts got trapped at the tired. The car was perfectly fine. Except for well the blood everywhere, and the fact that the car could be mistaken for a cherry red Mercedes.

Hours past, there were less and less zombies the farther we enter the city. Now we have another unique building that stood out. It was surrounded with barbered fence. It gave off a creepy aurora. Then I noticed the cause. The fence, the entrance... It was open.

I could spot red, all shades of it, and dead bodies decorating the ground. The car stopped, the driver took out the keys, and stepped out. He slowly walked towards the fence afraid. I watched him. He entered pass the first barrier of metal, panic was the last expression I saw on his face.

I felt scared for him, walking towards unknown danger.

10 minutes turned to 20, 20 minutes turned to 30. He wasn't coming back. He has to come back. Stranded in a unknown place.. Just my luck! I had enough, I'm not just going to stay here. I can't do nothing while someone is just walking towards their doom. I signed to myself. Stepped out of the door and walked into the entrance.

There he is. The teenage boy. Behind him was a horde of zombies, tracking him, growling. "Run!" He warned me, sprinting towards me at full speed. "RUN"

I nodded my head and back towards the bloody car. I got in and slammed the door shut. He entered after and forcefully closed the door. The locks immediately went down. He shoved the key into the ignition, the car made starting noises but refused to full budge. He started to curse while repeatingly attempting to start the car.

Suddenly a rotting arm made its way through the driver's window -which was crept open about a couple of inches- and kept trying to grab the teenager. He fumbled around the back seat and took out his trusty shot gun. He aimed it at the owner of the arm, a zombie and pulled the trigger. The blow probably attracted more zombies to come..

He jammed the key into the ignition and jerked it to the right again and it finally started. Somehow the car was able to drive through about a dozen of zombies without any trouble.

We drove for a while, my eyes were on the empty road. I heard quiet sniffles and looked to my right to see the driver holding back his tears. "W-what happened?" I asked him.

He was quiet for a while before he finally acknowledged me. "I killed him. I killed him!" He gripped the steering wheel forcefully, his knuckles turning white. His teeth grinding together as his tears were threatening to spill out right then.

"Who?" I inquired wanting a better understanding of the situation.

"My father" he looked at me, eyes puffy and face a pinkish red. He must've been crying for longer then I thought. "I couldn't see him that way" he added his voice noticing trembling, "I would rather die then see him as a monster"

By monster I knew he meant zombie, this father must've been bitten. A clear image of what has possibly happened inside the building triggered into my mind. When he shot his father that must've attracted the zombies towards him and then the zombies chased him out.

It was quiet except for the sobbing erupting from his throat, I was trying to find some words to help his depression but I'm not ever good with words. He just kept shaking, tears were already pooling out of his eyes. We would sometimes swirve a bit whenever he would wipe his eyes.

"A horde probably got to them and brought down the fence" he choked out, "with that the zombies came in and overpowered them, there was no living being left, all of them were turned."

A tear slid down my cheek before more rapidly dripped down. Flashbacks of my family came crashing back and I knew that they must have already turned. Even still, I had a tiny hope that they could still be alive. I could recalled a vision where my the front patio was covered with blood splatter. It was everywhere. But I shook my head, unsure if that maybe just could've been a hallucination. Thinking about that made the stinging pain in my heart intensify.

All I know is that all I could do now is survive. I refuse to die. I need to avenge everyone I lost since the apocalypse.