A/N: SORRY FOR THE LATE UPDATE GUYS! I HAD A HARD WEEKEND.. PHOTO TO SIDE IS MITCHELL OUTFIT IN THIS CHAPTER!
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Mitchell's P.O.V
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"Another one north" Aaron says, pointing ahead.
I put my right foot on a bar, in the guard tower, and plant my left foot on the ground.
I raise the sniper rifle that Aaron gave me for practice, up and aim down the sights.
The walker is slowly making it's was to us.
I get a clear shot of the walker, and slowly squeeze the trigger.
The muffled sound of the suppressed bullet sounds like you're beating someone with a pillow.
The kick back makes my right foot fall from the bar.
I look back down the sights to see the walker now dead on the ground.
"Impressive" Aaron says.
I smile and nod, putting the sniper back to my side.
We have been out here all day, and I killed every walker on my first try.
"Say, your good at killing the infected, so maybe you can take some of your people on a run, we need some toilet paper, that's the one thing we can't make here, and we are running low" Aaron ask's.
I think. "Yeah! Sure! I'll take Conner, and Maybe Cole and Colin" I say.
"Thanks Bud! You can go home and get prepared, I will give you your army truck you arrived with in the morning to take on the run" Aaron tells me.
"Thanks, and Thank you for an awesome day, I think I will keep this job" I say with a smile.
I turn from Aaron and make my way to the door.
I open the guard tower door, the creek of the door is quite loud, after two years of constant opening and closing, you think it wouldn't creek so loud.
I make my way down the flight of stairs in the tower, the only sound is my footsteps on the stairs echoing off the walls around us.
I turn the sniper so it's lying on my back, supported by the strap that is wrapped around my right shoulder and my left rib cage.
I take my katana out and start to make my way back to the walls.
After a while I make it to the doors and they start to open, the squeals of the door are very loud, no doubt attracting all the walkers in miles to B.C.
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Time Skip
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I open my apartment door and turn on the lights, dropping my keys on the little table next to the door.
I slip my converse off and make my way to the kitchen.
Opening my pantry, I decide to put some Mr. Noodles in a pot and cook them, I'm not in the mood to make a three course meal today.
I sit at my dining room table and rub my right shoulder, the kickback of the sniper hurt my shoulder today, and It might be sore for awhile.
I decide to check on my noodles, and ignore the pain that is in my shoulder.
I open the lid to the pot and a hot splash of water hits my cheek, I hiss in pain and let out a scream, I never knew hot water could hurt so much.
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The Dead Alive *Editing In Progress*
HorrorAs the dead rise and eat the living, Mitchell and his friends struggle to survive, Against the dead, and people. There's always the pain of loosing loved ones, the enormous herds of zombies, the growing starvation, and the number of camps slowly dwi...