You, Me & Zombies || Book 1 (EDITING)

Chapter 3: Denville

7:09a.m.

  I woke up with a headache in a dirty room with blood stains everywhere, and I was tied to a pole. Behind me, was Zach, who was already awake.

"Hey." Zach said.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"I don't know, but if I remember correctly, those big men with guns tazered us."

My head hurts like hell. 

"Ow." I tried to shake the pain away.

"You okay?" Zach tried to turn around.

"Yeah I'm fine."

A sudden thought jumped into my mind. "What if you're with them?"

"What?" Zach asked, confused.

"We just met. Why would I trust you?"

"Me? With those big men? You serious?" Zach chuckled.

Okay, it was kind of stupid to think that.

"Fine, yeah it's stupid."

It was quiet. Awkward.

"So hey, we should get to know each other better, I mea-"

"Maybe we should focus on trying to get out of here?" I faced the exit.

"Oh come on, what we're you doing before all of this, happened?"

I sighed. I can't believe I'm doing this.

"I was about to graduate high school, with my best friends." Kayla smiled. "Oh how I wish this virus never came about."

"Wait, you were about to graduate before all of this happened? How old are you?" He asked.

"I'm 20 this year."

"Wow."

I tried to turn my head to Zach.
"Enough about me, tell me a bit about yourself."

"Me? Really?" Zach smiled

"No, I'm talking to the door. Yes, you!"

Zach laughed. "Funny girl, you are."

I smiled. "You sound like Yoda."

"You actually watch Star Wars?"

Yeah, actually, every week. Me, Tyra and Teresa would do a Star Wars marathon.

"Used to."

I could see Zach nod with the corner of my eye. "I was musician before all this shit happened."

"Musician?"

He chuckled. "Yeah, I was in a band."

I nodded. "How old are you?"

"20 this year too."

"I guess we're the same age." I smiled. "Now, let's get outta here." I looked around for something sharp to cut the rope that they used to tie me to the pole. "Zach, help me search for anything sharp to cut this stupid rope."

"Right." He did the same. "There." Zach motioned his head to a knife that was on a table right in front of him.

"How the hell are we gonna get that?"

Zach paused. "Do you still have that tiny gun in your shoe?"

I checked. "No, they took all our weapons."

"Shit." Zach sighed

"Wait! I see a piece of glass there. I'm going to try and get it."
I tried to used my foot to take the piece of glass. "Yes!"