Chapter 1- Supplies

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I walked through the town while on a supply run. I aimed to find useful things and probably more canned goods. I saw a huge Walmart and smirked to myself as I thought of all the loot I was gonna get. I've visited this same Walmart a couple of times because I only take a couple of things. I've seen people die cause they were weighed down with too much stuff. I snuck through all the different sections until I found where the canned food was. I slipped practically the whole shelf into my bag because there wasn't much left behind. I also found a 2 litre bottle of Pepsi which I was pretty excited about. I'm still human right? I saw a walker just standing in the exit and I swiftly pulled out my katana and thrust in into its head. Biters didn't scare me anymore. I managed to get back to my camp which was basically just a house I found. I took down a walker which was banging on the door and I entered the house and shut the door. I opened my bag and sorted out my supplies. I had enough food to last me for months, I decided to check my weapons. My katana, crossbow and my knifes were all in pretty good shape. My crowbar was blunt though and I saw dried blood on it. I just shrugged and put it into a box which I had marked " Blunt Weapons " which was actually starting to fill up a bit. I needed to find more tools so I could sharpen them with. I flopped down onto the double bed which was in one of the rooms and just stared into space. Life in the apocalypse world was so boring, when will I have time to just become a teenager again? I took down my light pink hair from its usual ponytail and just thought about what run I would go on tomorrow. My hair was pink from the medicine my dad gave me. The injection side affects made my hair grow in light pink but I didn't mind it. I had lived like this for 7 months and it killed me on the inside, but I was done with groups. Especially since what happened last time I was in a group. I slipped off my black doc martins and slept like a log. Let's just say that was my last night before it happened.

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