She's the One -our2ndlife apocalypes-

Reese

Winnie growled at the rustling mall doors while I packed my backpack as full as I could. "Shush Winnie." I swooped him up with my dry hands and pulled the mall doors open letting the undead rush inside. We jumped out the window in Sears, slamming it shut behind us. Everything is dark and dry outside. The passed moans came to us from all different directions. I put Winnie on the ground and let him lead me through the partially destroyed town.

We were headed to a Costco in another town nearby, one hour and forty eight minutes on foot. I'd been planning my departure for less that two days, but when I heard about the place I knew that I had to loot up there before anyone else found it. There is supposed to be running water there and clean food, rumor has it. Yet I've been by myself for the past two months. My brother was taken just before we got to the mall. Everything there was almost gone and it smelt of molding flesh. Mostly everything there had been taken but I make use of what I've got.

Here's the thing with this place, you don't want to be out at night or in the day, only sunrise or sundown. That is the time when there is nothing outside and there might just be enough light to reach where your going. Otherwise your a goner. My brother would always save double A batteries and flashlight juice, you can never get caught in the dark, it's basically suicide. We've learned our way around the town in the past 3 years of the apocalypse, what is necessary to have with you at all times and what isn't. For example, hair ties; yes, headphones; no. Caned peas; yes, Starbucks; no. You get it? This is not the same place it used to be. It's all about surviving.

Winnie stopped walking when he noticed the sun was almost gone and the colors in the sky faded away. His nose starts to twitch and he started to growl, giving me signs that creepers were nearby. I take out my pocket knife then looked behind me. A group of creepers stood, wreaking of flesh and blood. Slowly I start to pull out a blade in my pocket knife and pick up Winnie. The dead did not notice us at first glance so we began backing away to the nearest building which looked like a doctors office. My feet began moving fast and faster at the second. Knife still in hand. Until we burst through the door.

"Alright Winnie, early morning tomorrow, we need our rest," I said putting him down on a beaten up leather chair. I took a rusty pipe from the ground, blocked the door handles then pushed a counter over it so no creepers could enter. Winnie kept quiet and waited for me to come back to the chair. I pulled a dirt filled blanket out of my bag then proceeded to take of my gloves revealing my bloody cracked hands underneath, God they hurt so bad. I took off my jacket to use as a pillow tonight. Then took the hair tie out of my hair and used my fingers to brush it out as much as I could. Once I started to drift off to sleep Winnie came to my side and sat down, ready to wake me at sunrise.