Chapter 1 "Not all alone"

Laura cried, she cried all night or maybe it was day, she couldn't really tell. She knew the oxygen supply in the bunker was running out and she had to go out even if she liked it or not but that is not the reason she was crying. Her best friend, Ilsa had been with her all this time, almost three months. They found the bunker in Ilsa's basement. For some unknown reasons, her father already had an idea about the virus outbreak. Her father told her about the bunker a day before the virus turned dangerous. He left her there and since Laura was her best friend she let him live with her safe in the bunker after Laura had nowhere to go. Now she was gone too. There was no food, almost no oxygen and no fellow human. Laura was preparing herself to leave the bunker. When she came here she was surprised to see the ammunition Ilsa's father left to her. Even though she had no idea about the difference between a pistol and a revolver, but their presence made her feel safe. Apart from that she really had nothing to pack. She grabbed her backpack, put the remaining water bottles in it along with the two rifles and a revolver. She looked back at her friend. There was nothing she could do for her. She turned back tiwars the bunker's door and took a deap breath in. There was no other choice. She opened the door for the first time in three months and stepped out.

AFTER A WEEK

Laura was sitting by a small fire she lit to roast the bunny she caught. But then she heard a shuffle behind her, she turned around quickly.

"Of course. Night's your day. Come out and I'll show you-" She had to stop bickering because the creature she was provoking, jumped out of the bushes faster then she expected. She grabbed the rifle, aimed and fired. The only reason she was able to hit him at first try was because he was about two feet away from her. Knowing that well, she still smiled at the creature writhing in front of her. She glanced around to make sure he wasn't with a group and then packed her stuff to leave the place.

She kept walking through the woods. She had to admit that in the last few days she had grown fearless. Maybe it was the time when she had to kill a creature by jabbing a pen in his mouth all the way up to his neck. or maybe when she had to go through two entire days without any food and when she found one, she had to eat it raw because she didn't know how to start a fire and her hunger wouldn't let her resist anymore. Or maybe when she saw a zombie eat a small girl in front of her and she turned around to leave than to even try to help her, all because she didn't want to waste the limited amount of bullets she had. She didn't care if it was a selfish act, she was here to survive. But she had to admit, she was missing talking with a normal human. She had even grown the habit of talking to herself, after she felt like a moron when she tried to talk with a dead zombie because she forgot what having a conversation felt like even though it was just a one way conversation. And that's what she did, started talking to herself.

"My dear Laura-" But she stopped there. It reminded her of her last boyfriend. It also reminded her of a deer but she steared clear of such thoughts when her stomach was screaming of hunger. He used to call her 'my dear laura' all the time, with a seductive smile. But it wasn't a happy memory as he dumped her two days later. Moral she learned? Don't fall for seductive smiles. That reminded her of a zombie she found yesterday. Even though he had bloodshot eyes, skin like that of a rotten potato and teeth were almost like a wild bear, but he had a pretty defined jaw, his hair were messy and a strand falling on his forehead made her literally fall for a zombie, she would've imagined her marrying him in her thoughts while admiring his features when he growled and she realized the situation she was in and quickly fired with a speed of six hundred bullets per hour. She later felt really bad for the loss of a handsome man in the world. The world, were there even handsome man alive anymore?

She kept thinking and walking. When she started hunting for food she had guessed it was about mid day, but when she sat down to eat, the sun also decided to set down. Now it was time for zombies to rule and Laura to sleep. Sleep, it was a pretty loved noun in the world, but in the apocalyptic world, it was another headache for Laura. In search of food and humans she had to keep moving but that also meant finding a new place to sleep everynight. And she slept like a drunk person, that's why she had to find a pretty safe place. Once she slept in a bathroom, because it was the only place with a lock and a window that a zombie could not fit through. What? a man gotta do what he gotta do to survive. She walked out of the woods

She found a candy shop but it looked like a lot of people or one with a big backpack passed through here as most of the stuff was already gone. She managed to find a couple of eatable candies. She found a store room and went to sleep.

She knew she was dreaming, otherwise who would possibly be shaking her shoulder but soon she had to open her eyes. A man was in front of her and shaking her shoulder lightly. He was a pretty cute guy with twinkling blue eyes, dark brown hair and slender nose. But the reflex was yet to come. Laura kicked him with her feet on his stomach and he stumbled outside the store room while she grabbed her rifle.

"Gosh woman! before you shoot me, may i know my crime?" He said with a grin. Laura frowned.

"Who are you?"

"Human." He said and held out his hand.

"What?" She ignored his hand and he dropped it to his side.

"I am Noah, human, unbitten, and 24. And who's Laura?"

"What?"

"You were murmuring in your sleep, 'my dear laura'."

"Uh, she was my sister." Laura lied to save herself from embarrassment. His expression went from jolly to sad.

"Uh, so I need to tell you that your snores can definitely attract a zombie within a two mile distance. I mean that's why picked the look to see who's inside. By the way are you here all alone?"

"Yes, why?"

"Then why are you carrying a rifle?" He pointed at the rifle.

"To shoot zombies?" Laura said with her eyes knitted in confusion. He frowned at her.

"You are here all alone with a freaking rifle? What do you do when you face the mutated ones?"

"Mutated ones?" Laura asked

"How long have you been out here?"

"A month. I was in a bunker but then I ran out of supplies."

"So you have no idea what's going on? Oh my God."

"What do you mean? You are scaring me."

"Come with me. I will take you to my friends."

"Friends?"

"Yeah, living out here on your own might've seemed like a good idea a few months ago but now the zombies have mutated. If you haven't met them then i am just gonna call it a fluke. It's dawn if we leave now we will be able to reach our safe house in time." He said and without waiting for a reply went towards the otherside of the shop and came back with a chain saw.

"A chainsaw?"

"Like I said, some of them have mutated. Bullets don't work, so you gotta chop the head off. And one more thing, they can walk around in sunlight. Now I have to leave, if you wanna come, follow me otherwise i won't force you but then you better find something more lethal than just a gun." He said and walked out of the store. Laura stood their like a statue. Mutated zombies? Just when she thought the apocalypse couldn't get any worse, it did.

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A man entered the bunker, Laura left a week ago. He called out to his daughter.

"Ilsa?" But no response came. After him, two more armed men entered. The first man then saw her body but it was in no condition to be seen. One of the two men behind him walked forward and looked around.

"Sir? there is no food."

"That is not possible. I left her here with enough supplies to last six months. How could she have run out of them in three months?!" The man growled.

"Sir, I don't think she was alone here." The third man said for the first time pointing towards the wall on which two names, Ilsa and Laura, were written with a pencil. There were multiple games of tic tac toe on the wall. On another wall there were two portions, where on one side were the habits of Ilsa were written and on the otherside habits of Laura were written both in different handwritings.

"Laura." The man whispered through gritted teeths. "You killed my daughter."

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End of chapter 1