Chapter 2

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I slowly opened my eyes to the morning sun. Trees stood above me. I remembered what happened and quickly got up. I grabbed my bow and looked around. There weren't any shadows around.

Thats what I call them, Shadows, because they are shadows of who they once were. They have the same body but they're not "them"

My stomach growled and my tongue was dry. I needed to venture out for a supply run. I stepped out of the forest and made my into town.

Loud sirens blared in the distance which kept the shadows busy. I quickly dashed to the local grocery store. The automatic doors wouldn't budge. I grabbed a rock off the ground. "It won't be bad if I do this. The shadows are busy with the siren," I thought. Boy, was I wrong.

I smashed the glass with the rock and slipped in the store. I grabbed a sack next to the counter. Luckily, this store hasn't been scavenged yet. I ran to the shelves and pushed a bunch of food and water into my sack. Next, I ran to the pharmacy and pushed tons of medical supplies into the sack. When I was finished, the sack was bulging with supplies. I made my way out of the store.

I stepped out into the cold, morning air. Goosebumps arose on my arms. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I suddenly heard tons of loud growls and groans. I opened my eyes and saw horror. I was surrounded by a large group of shadows.

"Oh shit," I muttered under my breath.

I readied my bow and started shooting them in the head. I kept shooting until I was out of arrows. I threw the bow to the side and backed up.

The shadows put their hands all over me. I clenched my teeth and waited for the pain of the bites. But they didn't bite me. They just died.

I looked up and saw a blonde girl about my age with a pistol. She was very beautiful. The shadows were dead.

"Dumbass," she said. She walked over to me. Using my instincts I grabbed the girl's arm, twisted it, and took her pistol. I pointed it at her. You can't trust anyone nowadays.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"The girl that just saved your ass," she laughed.

I cocked back the pistol.

"Okay. Okay. My name is Tyler."

"Tyler? You expect me to believe you have a boy name?" I smirked.

"Fine. Don't believe me," she smirked also.

I lowered the gun and handed it to her. She put it away in her holster.

"Who are you?" She asked.

"Nobody" I said.

"Really? You're gonna play that game with me? Come on. What's you're name?"

"Kyle"

"See Kyle? Was that so hard?"

We walked along the deserted road that led out of town. After a few hours of walking, we finally left Florida and made our way to Georgia. We sat on the side of the road and ate.

"Where are we headed?" Tyler asked as she bit into her sandwich.

"Illinois. I got some friends up there."

Tyler spit out her sandwich in surprise. "You're joking right? Do you realize how long it will take us to get there?"

"Its my destination. If you don't want to go, you can leave."

"Hell no. I'm going."

I rolled my eyes with irritation.

"Dumbass," she said.

"Will you stop calling me that?"

"I'll stop calling you that when you stop being one."

She winked and I smiled. We finished eating and made our way into the heart of Georgia.

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