Run. That was the only thing I could do now. The zombies were coming closer, attracted to the scent of flesh - my flesh.
As I was running away, I wondered about everything that has happened since yesterday. About why I was fighting for my life, and why they came in the first place.

I was in my car, on my way to my friend, Jackie. I wanted to hangout with him for a bit, even though he can get kinda cheeky and annoying at times. But for all I know, friends always do that, so I don't complain.

Me and Jackie were friends since kindergarten. After that are relationship could never be broken. We have a strong bond, kind of like reading minds, we know what each other is thinking. Also, we protect each other when danger comes, even if it means certain death. That is what we like to call true friendship.

The drive was long and boring, and my radio was broken, so that made the drive even more unentertaining. As I pull in the driveway, I see Jackie playing basketball. I never knew why he played it, he wasn't even that good anyways. He would always mess up the shot, or even miss completely.

As I get out of my car, Jackie accidentally threw the ball at my face (probably not an accident). I was not all that surprised, considering the fact that he sucked at basketball, but I was still angry at him.

"Dumbass!"

"Sorry Sawyer. You know I suck at basketball."

"THEN WHY DO YOU STILL PLAY IT YOU IDIOT"

"Just seems fun, anyways, all the cool kids like playing it, so why not me?"

He always tries to be a show-off. Typical Jackie. Anyways, back to the subject...conversations with him are always weird. When I am screaming at him he is usually all chill. I mean, who even does that (except for Jackie, of course)?

"We might as well come in, you don't seem to fond of basketball."

As we walked into his house, I took notice of the interior. Nothing changed much, considering the fact that it wasn't technically his house, but when we walked into Jackie's room, I saw that he has changed a lot. You see, back in middle school he took Architecture class, and when he finally graduated from school, he became obsessed with designing buildings, his room used to be blanketed with designs of Houses, mostly modern, top to bottom. But now, his room is full of lots of anime drawings and Attack on Titan collectables. Occasionally, there is a figure video game related, or one of his old drawings, but now it is mostly just anime.

He had a huge big screen TV, he said it was for the "best experience", but I would've just gone with any old TV, I didn't really give a crap about anything anymore. Well, as you just read before this where I was yelling at Jackie, I kinda give a few craps.

"So, what do you want to play today? We have Call of Duty, Minecraft Hardcore, and Halo." Jackie said to me while he turned on the console.

"Can we just play regular survival Minecraft?" I answer.

"I don't see a problem with that, lets play!"

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This is the end of chapter 1! Woot?

I might get people onto this book, all you have to do to be in it is post your Bio with your name, age, appearance, and personality. I just love the word "personality"!