Bunker

chapter 1-The bunker

"Hey Aaron over here!!", Sam screamed, trying to get her best friends attention. "I'm over here you big dummy!". Aaron who was totally oblivious to Sams shouts and screams, continued to stand there, stock still.

Confused and a bit annoyed Sam walked up to Aaron and grabbed his shoulder ," Hey Aaron whats the deal?", she asked. Aaron turned around to reveal his rotting face, maggots in his cheek, eyes dull and grey. "Why Sam?", he groaned in an inhuman voice, something more like a growl," why didn't you save me?". Seeing his face, its face, Sam took a step back, muttering to herself," No, no, no.... You cant be dead, You can't! Then she saw them, the people of the market, they all looked like Aaron, some where missing arms, some didn't have an eye. All of them where rotting. Then as one voice they all groaned," Sam, save us Sam, save us please.

Sam shot up in her bed, drenched in sweat, breathing hard. Her left hand gripped the Desert Eagle her mother had given her, her right wrapped around her combat knife, ready to strike an imaginary target. realizing it was a dream, She did as she had been taught. five seconds to grieve, to fear, and to hate. That was all she allowed herself, then she would compose herself and continue with her shitty life.

Being her paranoid self, Sam decided to do a quick check of the house, and make sure none of her "unlively" neighbors had gotten in. She opened the door to her room and stepped out, keeping her back pressed to the wall she looked up and down the hall, nothing. She proceeded to her mothers room, again, nothing. next was the kitchen and yet again there was nothing. then, suddenly, she heard a crash coming from the door. She moved as silently as she could to the door, drawing both of her knives. Grabbing the knob, she twisted and stepped behind the door to shield herself. once she was sure they where all in (which accounted for two) then stepped out from behind the door. They where standing next to each other