WOLF P.O.V
" Keep running!" I yelled. Welcome to this shitty undead world. Yup hello its the zombie apocolpze. Its been what 4 years since shit went down. And its my birthday, October. So far so crapy. Did i mention i fucking hate running? My birthday is nothing special i would always just watch Doctor Who and The Walking Dead. But the stupid motherfucking zombies came and eveyone died. Population of this world unknow. All our parents are dead. Wait we shot them same thing. They were turning didnt want more blood on my hands. My sister, River, was the last adult with us but a year ago a piece of me died with her. She was surrounded i couldnt get to her and when i did get to her she was scratched. We had to kill our parents. I didnt talk for a while. When River was surrounded i knew what would happen. I didnt want to face reality but i killed every zombie bastard. We didnt leave the base for 2 weeks. More of our people slowly died they always got scratched. A bite and scratch both mean death. Hell i didnt control the virus. I always ended it before they suffered, I mean we all die in the end and turn up as one of them. We all ended up as monsters. My friends and i were smart we built things and stuck together we had hidden talents. I was the only one that would kill the living if i had to. They didnt have the guts.

Notes

Tell me what you think about the zombies. :) And my birthday is in October. These people are based of me and my friends.