Zombie outbreak. Live or die it doesn't matter.

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    Blake sits ontop of a hill looking down at a clear plain watching the zombies walk around searching for more humans. Blake looked down at his locket around his neck opening it looking at a picture of him and his girlfriend before all this happened. "I'll survive for you my love, and if I don't I will see you again I swear." He whispers kissing the locket before closing the locket gripping his makeshift spear made from a wooden staff with three knife blades forced into the tip.

    Alice was in the woods running from some zombies, she was raiding a abandon hose until she set off a car alarm, then they came. Alice didn't trust anyone she was always afraid they were going to get bit and bite her. She pulled out her gun and started shooting but then she tripped and fell down a hill.

    Blake hears the gunshots racing torwards the sound figuring it was a human. "God this person is stupid firing a gun will only attract more." He growls racing torwards the sound carrying his makeshift spear and his makeshift shield made of 2 trash can lids put together and a handle to hold it.

    Alice was on the ground. She was pretty sure her ankle was sprained or broken. She got up as fast as she could and stated to limp, but it was very hard. Alice kept falling, now she was as fast the zombies or they were faster then her, either way the zombies were catching up... she was going to be the zombies dinner.

    Blake saw the girl on the ground watching the zombies chase after her. Blake then silently leaps down driving the spears blades right through a zombies throat putting it down for good. Blake then pulls the spear out hitting the nearest zombie with the shield staggering it for a second giving him enough time to thrust the spear into it's chest ripping it out roughly tearing it's chest open. He then rolls to the girl crouching down his spear infront of them and the shield protecting most of his chest area. Any zombie that got close he would thrust his spear into it. "Can you get up?"

    Alice kind of jumped at the boys voice. "Um, I think so," she replied. She hadn't seen or heard a person in a while. She got up know she had to take it slowly, but when there is a group of zombies right behind you, and only two people you really cant take it slowly. Alice got up and lifted her foot up so only the toe part of the shoe was on the ground.

    Blake nodded at her looking at a farm behind them. "Move to the farm now." He says standing infront of her thrusting his spear into the zombies. Blake slashes at the zombies with his 3 bladed spear cutting off 2 of the zombies heads.

    Alice started to limp faster. She almost lost her balance a couple times but caught herself. She kept on thinking "Limp like the wind!" to herself. which made her smile a couple of times. Even know it was a time not to smile, but that's just how she was always thinking of funny things at the oddest of times.

    Blake slowly walks after her walking backwards crippling or killing the rest of the zombies. "Okay we are good for now." He says softly turning around.

    Alice finally breaks into laughter. "Well that was fun," she says. she starts to think that he was going to think she was insane. Once she stopped laughing she said. "Thank for saving me, Now who are you?"

    "Oh... Sorry, I used to be with a friend, but uhhh she went crazy and tied me trying to kill me.." She said looking down at the ground, thinking about that made her really sad... that friend was her best friend even before all this happened.

    "Yea it is." He says softly a single tear running down his cheek as he looks at the locket before walking into the barn.