Red vs The dead.

Chapter 3

I miss the cabin very much. I think the cabin was nice because we could still go outside. Uncle Beckett kept a close eye on us; however, with the virus we were lucky we got to live there. Anyways that part of our lives as past now.

I was glad that uncle Beckett help through all of this but I remember a lot of things that he wishes that my mother would have been here for us. When I turn eleven, I was outside with Gwen when somehow a zombie came to attack me. I was lucky that I was bitten or scratch me, but that was when my body I should become a woman. I got my goddamn period. Great.... At least I know when stuff like this is going to happen now.

Anyways, now we are in two bedrooms, one bath. Which I mean it would be cool if we had power or water. But, the bedrooms are close enough so if something happen we can get to each other quickly. Lately, we been finding dry cereals, which are usually hard to find, but we been deciding to prep a new bag just in case if we need to leave.

"How does it look?" I asked Beckett.

"Good." He smiled.

"Well, go get some rest." I said.

We do rotation of zombie watch. Beckett will watch from 7pm-7am. Then I will do watch from 8am-2pm. Beckett gave me a machete on my twelfth birthday, it was nice. He taught me how to help when he needs it because he wouldn't let me until I turn twelve. Anyways, if it is nice and clear then I will go inside and make us all lunch if I can; although, it sucks when we don't. The food we save we use just in case because if we don't have food when we are on the run we are more in trouble.

If we don't have food then I will stay on watch until Beckett is ready. We make sure that Gwen is quiet during this time because I can't keep us safe if I have a distraction. But, usually we keep up on it where it isn't too bad.

"Hey kiddo." Uncle Beckett said.

"Hey." I yawned.

"You didn't sleep well last night did you?" He asked.

"Nope." I said.

"Well go to sleep." He said.

"I think I should go make a run." I shrugged.

"Red, you are exhausted." Beckett said.

"Yes, but-." I said.

"No." He interrupted.

I finally convince him to let me scout the neighborhood. Gwen was pissed, but he decided that she can sit with him as long as she stays quiet. She isn't outside a lot. So, I grab one of our small bags, had my machete. I told them give me an hour and if I am not back, don't worry.

I decided to go down the block, so I can work my way around. The first few houses didn't have shit. But the next few had some bandages, medicines, and some water, which we can go low on if it doesn't rain soon enough. The other houses had some food that we can use it was nice. When I was about done, I heard voices, clearly not Beckett's. Shit........ This can't be happening.  

Author note: What do you guys think of this story so far? It is getting good with this chapter 3. I am kind of nervous even though I am the author. So, what things do you guys think I should add?