Not Alone


1. Chapter 1

  My feet ached and I was dehydrated. Was it really going to end this quickly? From far away, I could probably pass for someone transforming into a zombie. I would kill to know it was safe to sleep. To know there was someone keeping an eye out for those asshats. 
  I dropped to my knees and started coughing. My throat was dry and scratchy. I hoped there wouldn't be any blood, but, you never know. I heard the sound of a car in the distance, I got up and ran. When this living hell started, people were attacked in cars and they would lose control. I don't trust the sound or sight of cars anymore. Hell, I don't even trust people anymore. 
  It was a black car and it seemed safe. It stopped in front of me and a man with a cowboy hat stepped out, holding a gun. I held up one of my spears because that was totally going to help me get out of this situation. 
  "No need for that. Drop the gun and I'll drop the spear." I negotiated. He glared and hesitantly put his gun away. I put my spear away.
  "I'm a survivor. Like you." I said. He gestured to the car and I ran and climbed into the back seat. 
  "ありがと.(arigato)" I thanked, he held up a hand.
  "English. Please." He said. I was pretty sure that was the first time he spoke. 
  "Thanks." I translated. 
  "Where are you heading?" He asked. 
  "Islip. New York.." I answered. 
  "I'm-" He stopped me.
  "No names." I shrugged. I looked around. Maybe, just maybe, I could actually get some sleep.
  "Can back here?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders and kept driving. I laid down and closed my heavy eyes. It's about time I got to sleep.
  A couple hours later and I was awoken by the car doors slamming. I stirred and opened my eyes to see a guy with curly brown hair pointing a gun at my face. My eyes widened and I tried to find the voice to say something. 
  "That's another survivor." He stated dully. The other guy tried to tell us his name..but he got the same interruption I did. But this time, it was established that we were going to be called by the places we were going. So, just call me Islip from now on. 
  The rest of the time was awkward conversations and just as awkward silences. I was getting bored and tired. 
  "I guess we're all going east.." Columbus said. I fought off the weariness that was slowly taking over me. 
  "Yeah.." I barely managed to get out. He looked at me.
  "Is she okay?" He asked Tallahassee. I nodded and rested my head of my hand.
  "Yeah. I'm just really sleep deprived." I responded. He nodded and looked forward again. 
  A few minutes later, Tallahassee decided to look for Twinkies in a nearby supermarket. We all got out of the car. I grabbed my spears and swords. 
  When we got inside, Tallahassee started playing the banjo and the rest was a blur. I was too tired to pay attention. Next thing I knew, there was a chick with dark brown hair beckoning us to come with her. As the non trusting person I am, especially towards girls, I was hesitant to follow her. 
  Apparently, her sister was bitten. She wanted us to -I'm not going to sugar coat it- kill her. Tallahassee introduced us.
  "Columbus, Islip, this is Wichita and Little Rock." He said.
  "So you're the one that did all this for a Twinkie?" Little Rock asked Columbus. He jumped a little.
  "Oh. No, that was him." He answered back while gesturing to Tallahassee.

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