Beat this world

Chapter: what the fuck.

A/n Okay so this is kinda shit, if something doesn't make sense please lemme know! Also, the punctuation and grammar is complete shit, so please correct me. Hope you enjoy<33
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"Shit!" I exclaimed, getting up from the dusty floor board of the abandoned chilling house. "Aw man," Stella sighed,
Running her fingers through her chestnut hair, "Damn walkers." I picked up my yellow handle knife, grabbing my backpack. "Brad! Common!!" I yelled to the raven haired boy, dozens of walkers clawed at the door moaning and groaning.

So, yeah, the world is more of a shit show then it was 3 years ago.

my family, my friends, are dead. Shitty, right? These things that we call "walkers" They were all people we knew. Our neighbors, our teachers, our friends. There're all dead. Probably over half the population is wiped out.

You're probably wondering how the hell a 14 year old girl survived 3 years in the apocalypse. I'm from Atlanta, a city in Georgia. Last I heard it was over run with walkers.
Things got really, really, bad when they started dropping fucking bombs or some shit in the city. Probably tryna kill the "sick" so it wouldn't spread more.

My friends got me outta there in time, all of our parents were dead. Hell, Estella had to kill her brother and dad. Brad tried to save his little brother, but a Walker got him right in front of 'em.

We're family now. These past 3 years, we have been doing whatever it takes to survive.

"Brad move your ass!" Stella snickered, than started laughing her ass off. She can find humor in just about anything. "Shunk!" The knife said when I stabbed a Walker in its temple, "Clips! Don't try to kill 'em we just need to run!" Brad called out to me half way out the doorway. He held out his sweaty tan hand out to me, I gripped it tight running out the door with a sweaty Stella along side me griping onto my backpack.

"Well, that house lasted longer then I thought. I mean 2 nights? That's a record!" Stella said excitedly, after we had ran about a mile away from those walkers. "Yeah," I said, I wasn't trying to sound sad, but I sounded weird, almost muffled. Like I was about to start crying.

"You okay, clips?" Brad stopped and made me look at him. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just frustrating, you know?" I sniffled and wiped my emerald impenetrable teary eyes. "Yeah, but we gotta keep goin'. Let's go." The tall boy gave me a sincere look, like he felt what I felt. Not giving me pity, but giving me understanding.

Stop crying Berkeley! Stop crying! I mentally cursed myself. I hated crying in front of people, I've hated since I was little. My mother said it was weak. Shit, maybe it is. But I'll do anything it takes for my friends, no my family. To be safe and happy. But fuck, I know you gotta fight to be happy.

When it started to get dark we set up camp next to a few trees lined across the side of the road, the closet thing to shelter in miles. "Shit!" Brad hissed, "what?" The pale girl looked in the empty backpack in his hands. "Oh, no more food." She said in a very monotone voice.

"It's alright, we'll find a gas station or something tomorrow. Right guys?"
I said trying to brighten up the mood. Since I was feeling pretty shitty too. Brad chuckled deeply,
"Damn, When did your voice suddenly not sound like a fucking girl!" I laughed hard cheerfully, harder than I have laughed since before the world, you know, turned to shit. "shut up! I have always sounded like this." Brad protested trying to make his voice sound deeper. "Pfffttt! Please, your voice hasn't changed since the 3rd grade!" Stella giggled.

We all stopped laughing. Grades didn't matter anymore. School didn't matter anymore. No crush's, no stupid school dances. None of that mattered now. But for a second, we were talking like normal teenagers. Reality had finally hit us.

"Clips! Clips! Get your ass up!" Stella shaked me awake, the sun glistening against her smooth sickly pale skin. "Okay, okay, damn. I'm awake!" I exclaimed, "God, what time is it?" I asked, "Bro how the hell would I know." Brad answered suddenly sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes shaking my head, "We got any water left?" The brunette beauty asked, going through her backpack. "Nope." Brad sighed, "we're fucked aren't we?" I thought out loud. putting my dusty pigmented cowboy boots on.

"No stop being so negative!" Stella almost yelled, on the verge of tears.

"Fuck! What the fuck!" The grey eyed girl threw her obsidian colored backpack at a tree across from her, and jerked her head around. "I can't do this anymore." She choked on her words. "She finally broke. ." I whispered, not loud enough for a dog to hear. Brad ran to the hysterical girl covering her mouth with his firm hand. "Shhh, the walkers will hear you, it's okay. You'll be okay Estella." He took her hands, looking in her broken color-less grey eyes.
I stood there like an idiot, watching a frantic scared girl in the arms of a kind gentle man rocking her in his lap.

Her mom got panic attacks like this. When I was little I stayed over at Stella's a lot, her mom would drink and scream hysterically, sobbing. Eventually she would fall asleep in her husband's arms.

I knelt down beside Brad while he whispered sweet
Nothings in the exhausted teenage girls ear.

"Hey, Stella?" I asked looking at the usual hyper spaz who now had dried tears that caressed her pale cheeks. "Hm?" She said breaking her whistle, "you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"You don't like fine." I countered, "then stop looking." I stared at my boots as they pounded against the black concrete road. "Wait. . ." I said softly pulling Brad and Stella back.

"Stop where you are! DROP YOUR WEAPONS, PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" We thought we were the last kids on earth. "What the fuck." Until now.