*your pov*
Mark Fischbach. My favorite youtuber. Well, I loved him and Jack McLoughlin equally. Still a score though.
We walked through the forest. Then I realized what I was here in LA for.
"Mark, I'm sorry. I've gotta go."
"What? Why?" He asked. Clearly disappointed.
"I..I have to go find my family. And my dog Max." I said.
He looked at me. I knew what he was going to say, that my German Shepherd is definitely dead, but he stopped himself and said,
"Good luck. My family didn't survive. I hope you have a different fortune. But, my dog, Chica, survived. I'm sure yours will too."
"Thanks." I said and climbed up a tree. Then I jumped from tree branch to tree branch till I was out of the forest.
2 years later***
I was on the rooftop looking for walkers. My dog sniffed at the ground and let out a low growl. "Good boy Max." I said and pet his head.
I looked around a while longer and then jumped down into the dark alley Max was growling at. I taught him to sniff out the walkers I couldn't see. "Come!" I whispered and pat my leg. Max was a smart dog so he took the safer way down.
Once he reached the ground, we walked towards the threat.
It was eating the decaying carcass of what looked like a starving rat.
I stabbed it in the back of the head. Not to much noise came from it.
Once it fell to the ground, Max whined at a dying rat in the corner. Before it died and turned, I looked at Max and said, "go boy. End its suffering."
He ate the rat. Every last bite.
We were making our way through a hunting supplies store when I spotted a group.
"Shit..." I whispered.
A group of five. One of which a dog. They didn't look to dangerous..we could just fight em off.
Max and I ducked behind the front counter as the five walked in, the sound of a tiny ringing bell going off.
I held my machete close, and Max got into a fighting stance.
As soon as I saw who walked through the door, I stood up and put my machete back in its sheath. Everyone except one person held their weapons in the air.
Mark looked at me, a happy look in his eyes.
"Your alive." He simply said.
"And you are to." I said, laughing.
I looked at everyone else. "Felix Kjellburg. Marzia Bisognin. Sean McLoughlin. Nice to finally meet you all." Max walked up to Chica, Marks dog, and sniffed at her. Then he sat by her and happily yipped.
"Mark, whose this?" Jack asked, lowering his weapon.
"This, Jack, is the girl I was talking about."
"Oh you mean the pretty one--" Jack was cut off by Mark covering his mouth.
"Walkers." Mark said.
Max and Chica growled in unison, and we all got our weapons out. Ready to fight whatever monstrosity was coming our way.
