3. Waking Up
My eyelids slowly fluttered open, and I slowly took in my surroundings. I was in a house. A real house. I heard someone in the kitchen I instinctually reached for my guns which, unfortunately, weren't there. I slowly made my way towards the noise. My heart was beating out of my chest. I was anxious. I was in a house with a strange "person"(I'm hoping at least ) during a friggin zombie apocalypse.
I finally reached the kitchen which seemed to take ages. I saw a boy at most a year or two older than me at most. He had soft black hair spiked up. He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to stare right through your soul. he was pale and he looked cold almost. His skin looked so soft.
I was pulled out of my thoughts by a beautiful voice.
"Um hello I'm Zack I saw you were being attacked so I kinda helped but by the time I got to you, you were out cold. I hope you don't mind me bringing you back here"
Once he mentioned food my stomach instantly growled I was starving actually. I looked at the table which was full of sausage,eggs,bacon,grits,pancakes. Almost every food I could imagine and I was starving. I reluctantly sat down and dug in.