My Life In This Place
*** Chapter One ***
I lay there listening to the constant moans of the undead around me. My name is William I was born and raised in this world, it was a tough life my parents were taken from me when I was young the accursed walking dead ripped them apart to protect me I watched as they were destroyed and eaten.
Ā I woke with a start when I heard a thump against the wall, I sat up wiping the sleep from my eyes and thought to myself another fucked up day in paradise. Ā I packed up my stuff gathering my supplies I realised I needed more food I had eaten my final can of beans on the night prior, I put my backpack over my shoulders and picked up my rusted machete which I had left leaning against the wall. I thought to myself yet again talking to the voices in my head āI have to replace this thing soon itās going to breakā. I walked to the front door glancing through the somewhat boarded up window I only saw a few zombies and only 1 or 2 of them had mutated to something worse, I reached over my shoulder and clasped the claw hammer. I slowly and quietly started to remove the boards one by one once I had removed them I glanced out the window to see if I had attracted the attention of any of them as I looked out I saw a flash out of the corner of my eye I quickly moved and at the last second the window shatteredā¦
Ā āFuck fuck fuck fuckā was the only thing running through my mind at this point the undead had begun pounding on the door which I had just un-barricaded I quickly glanced around for another escape that wasnāt in sight of the zombies. There was none I panicked I didnāt know what to do they were almost through the door I made a reckless decision and dived through the window the glass completely shattered the zombies where making too much noise with the door only one noticed me. I staggered up and went to walk when I felt a drilling pain in my side fuck I thought to myself I looked down and saw a shard of glass protruding from my side I looked up and saw the reanimated corpse staggering towards me. I made a split second decision and stood up and winced as I felt the piece of glass slide in my side making the cut bigger I staggered and then I heard another gunshot I dropped as quick as I could I heard the bullet whistle over my head and bury itself in the fence behind me fuck Iām not dying today I thought Iām always thinking to myself. I rolled over the reanimated corpse was almost upon me at this point I knelt and with all my strength pushed up and hacked off its head. I gathered myself and what was left of my strength I used to push up and scale the fence as I got over the fence and dropped to the ground, once I was on the other side I pulled the shard of glass out of my side and winced as I felt it slide out.
Ā I stood up holding my side and started staggering away down the alley which I happened to jump into I looked around checking the alley as I went along to see if there was anything of use. I found a make shift knife like the ones you used to see in prisons it was made out of what looked to be an old pair of long stiletto high heels just the heel sharpened to a point with tape around one end for grip, I left it seeing as it was just useless junk. I got to the end of the alley and glanced around the corner checking both directions I had to find a safe place to patch up my side hopefully it wasnāt too deep I saw a glint from the corner of my eye yet again, I walked towards it deciding it was better to check it out then to not to, once I made it to the body I checked it to see what the glint was Iām glad I did wedged under the corpse was an axe not a normal one a battle axe I thought to myself why would this be in these parts so far from deep zones I didnāt care I pulled it out from the body which let out a moan fuck itās not deadā¦ quickly with my machete I took off its head once Iād done this I threw down the machete and picked up the battle axe a better replacement.
Ā I found a building where I could stay for the rest of the day and night I found an old run down house where I could patch myself up with the little medical supplies I had. I removed my dented and worn out piece of armour which I had just banged together from pieces of scrap metal and leather straps I need a replacement, I then removed my shirt and singlet which where once white now where brown and stained I had lost my scent of smell for these kind of things. I looked down at the gash which was gaping in my side it was about 4 inches long and 2 inches wide with a depth of about 6-7 inches at its deepest. I had to stitch it up I ran through the things my mother had taught me before she had died āsterilise the area that is wounded and the area around it make sure the needle is sterile also the best way to do this is to burn itā I burnt the needle killing any bacteria on it ānext you have to make sure there are no inhuman bodies in the wound the best way to do this is flush it out with antisepticā I flushed out the wound with the tiny bit of antiseptic I had left, ālast of all clasp both sides of the wound as you stitch it back together this can hurt quite a lotā I did the last step and let my motherās voice fade away in my mind a tear ran down my cheek as I remembered all the times with her even if they were in this accursed place.
(this is one of the first story's I've taken serious)