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PJ’s POV

 

I guess everyone makes jokes about this sort of stuff at some point, I mean; it’s just one of those things, though hopefully Chris and Phil won’t get killed this time. I guess that it’s possible though now, a lot more possible than before, and that is scary as hell. We moved away from our houses, and met up outside an old church. It sounds ridiculous, but we didn’t know what else to do. Where we lived, all the phone lines were out and we didn’t exactly make proper plans when we discovered it, or if the others did they didn’t speak to me about it. A couple of years ago, we got a little drunk and came up with our own “Zombie Survival Plan”, so that’s why we went there. As for the rest of our “Plan”, so far, it’s not really been much use. I mean it sort of relied on us having things prepared in our houses, which of course we don’t, why the hell would we have zombie preparedness kits in our bloody bedrooms. But obviously when you are drunk you don’t really think things like that through.

 

So right now, the 4 of us were sat in the old church. It was quite small, and it was really kind of creepy, I mean, the lights had gone out along with the phone lines, so it was really dark in there, though so far we hadn’t done too badly for that  because there were generally a lot of candles in churches, but we also had problems with food, as in there wasn’t any there unless we brought it ourselves, and warmth was another issue, as people generally didn’t stay in churches for nights on end, so it wasn’t really designed for it. At least we had access to water at the moment, though I don’t know how long that will last for, or how safe the water is either, but it’s either drink it and possibly die from poisoning, or don’t drink it and die from dehydration, so we were kind of playing the odds here.

 

When we had first met up, it had been a couple of days since it had first…broken out, and since then we’ve kind of all fallen into our different roles, and together we have managed to keep us all alive. But when we were on our own it was so much harder, or it was for me anyway. When I first found out about what had happened, I was already out of my house. I had been walking back from visiting one of my friends in Birmingham, and so I had been walking back from the train station, when I saw someone. It was one of the most surreal moments of my life. I took me a lot longer than I’m actually proud of for me to realise what was actually happening. I wasn’t far from my house when I first saw someone that was, well infected I suppose is the best way to put it. I could only see her from behind at first, but something about the way she was limping along down the street made me stop and look.

 

She must have only been a few years younger than me, shoulder length dark brown hair. She was wearing a bright red coat, and what looked like brown boots, but it was hard to tell. She was covered in what looked like a mixture of blood and dirt. I started to walk over to her; I wanted to make sure that she was alright. In hindsight that was a pretty stupid idea, but right then I obviously didn’t know that. Luckily, before I got too close, she must have heard me walking towards her or something, and she turned, and that’s when I screamed. There was blood caking the area all around her mouth, and her eyes were empty white sockets. I turned, and I ran. I didn’t know where I could run too. I couldn’t get home without having to go past her, and I certainly didn’t want to have to do that,but still I ran.

Well here is the first part of the kind of sequel. I am hoping to get the others up tonight too, but it takes me time to check through them and get them into my stash. Please comments, I ould love to know what you think?
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Katie7Potter Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2012
Omg this is great :D
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