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(Y/N) Pov

It's been a couple of months since the virus broke out and it's been a few months that you have been living alone.  You are walking through the woods and come upon a road. You follow it for a few miles and you start to get thirsty. You pull off your backpack and look through it to find an almost empty water bottle. You drink the rest and continue on. Half an hour later you come upon a gas station.  I walk up to the doors and look inside. One. Two. Three. Four.  Four walkers were inside so I threw open the doors and hit the side of the door frame to get their attention.  All four turned around and shuffled toward me. The first one looks to be a woman with long tangled dusty ratted brown hair that was falling out in places that were torn from her head. She was closest. So I took my knife from its sheath from my thigh and shove it into her head. The second one was also a woman but this one was a lot shorter so she landed about two inches above my head so I decided to back up and let them shamble out.  There is a lot more space outside of the gas station.  She lunged at me and I backed up more and came around the back of the two walkers. These two were men. Both of them turn around and I sink my knife into one of their heads. I turned around and took out the male he slumps and drops but as I go to pull out the knife, the taller woman walker lunges at me and drags me down. she fell upon me and was holding me down trying to take big chunks out of my neck. she keeps snapping at me I look up to see my knife still logged in the other walker's head. I look up to see the one on top of me pulling at my clothes with her rotting hands both of my hands pushing up on her.  I push with the little strength I had left. I had just enough time to rip my knife from the corpse and turn my attention to the one atop of me. As she comes down for a second chance to rip my life out of me,  I shove the knife through her head. Shoving the dead body off of me I get up steadying my shaking legs for support. I make my way into the gas station inside there was a counter and rows of broken and empty shelves and making my way through the messy floor.  I sit my bag down and walk the isles my feet crunching on cracked pieces of flooring and crumbled roofing.   Up and down ile after ile, I finally found two bottles of water and a can of peaches. I make my way up to the counter with my newfound treasures.  Putting them into my bag I make my way back of the station to a door. I open it expecting a surprise but to my luck, nothing was inside besides a desk and a blanket.  I walk in and close the door setting everything down and pick up the blanket and shake it out. I inspect it for just a little more but exhaustion takes over.  I lay down and fall asleep. 

Carl's POV

We decided to go scavenging and come upon a little gas station. The people with me on this run are Daryl, my dad Rick, and me.  As we got closer to the station we came upon four dead walkers.  It looks like they were killed recently, the blood still fresh in the sun.  As Daryl got closer he points out the scuff marks around the walkers.  We walk in and scope out the front. Nothing. I head to the back and find a door. I get the attention of the others and nod at the door.  They all come closer and nod back. Ready for anything on the other side of the door.  I open the door fast and raise my gun and point inside. I walk in and search. The office was small but there was still room for a desk. As I take steps into the room I see there was something on the other side of the desk, underneath a  blanket.   I look back at my dad and he nods.  We surround the figure and then I lean down and take off the blanket. 

Your POV

 I was sleeping soundly until my blanket was ripped right off of me and I spring up and grab my knife and raise it up in defense. What I saw shocked me.  Three men were surrounding me, well two men and a boy who looks around my age maybe a little older.  They also looked shocked to see me under the blanket and not the dead. They all stare with their weapons raised. Well shit, I've been found not sure if it's for good though. 






This is a rewrite from my old account fallenangel303. I was logged out and could not get back into that account. This is my new account. I hope everyone enjoys. 

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