The cloudy sky, the ruins of the city. Oh, so painful it must be. You don't need to only worry about the ruins crumbling down upon you; you also must worry about the dead. Yes, I said the dead, please take George Romero as a great example to what I just said.   Not to mention I am on top of a skyscraper, something that could collapse at any minute; though I kind of like the thrill but that's besides the point. The view was kind of beautiful, the vines growing on the sides of buildings, the sun shining through the clouds. "Shame I can't share this with Aya…" I muttered, taking a bite of a stale granola bar. The granola bar tasted nasty, but I want to survive.   If you don't know what happened to my sister, she died in a fire. I'm going to kill whoever caused it. At least that was my hope, my sister's death recently occurred, meaning I

Andrew fired his rifle, the bullet swerved past the tall guy and hit one of the hunters in the chest, the hunter fell to the ground. Andrew reloaded and fired again which killed another.   The guy punched one of the hunters, which caused them to spin around like a fidget spinner; they then collided into a car. The demi was cowering in an alleyway now, it was obvious that she was scared.   Stalker slid behind a car, vines were wrapped around the windshield, some entered through the broken glass. The hunters tried their best to defend themselves from both attacks.   Stalker flicked the safety off and turned around, aiming his gun. He shot the rest of the hunters. The tall guy looked at Stalker and Andrew. "Oh hello!" He smiled, he was oddly friendly for a guy who just kicked t

And here we have it, a biter in campgrounds. What a horrible sight. The biter inches away from Dak's face. My eyes widened, was I just about to lose a new friend of mine? Numerous thoughts ran through my little mind. Yes, don't mind me roasting myself. Everything felt like it was in slow motion. The biters drool dripping down slowly. Dak's expression slowly widening. A bullet zoomed past my face and hit the biter in the shoulder. That caused the biter to stumble back. Dak fired his bow, the arrow entering the biter's left eye. The biter fell face first onto a rock, the impact caused the arrow to sink deeper. The black gooey blood seeping out, covering the arrow. I turned around and saw Stalker, who had his AK-47 aim