Chapter 1: Days Gone ByMature

Anyway, back to my life. One week through and I decided to go looting, even though I had enough food to last weeks if I rationed sensibly. Still, there's no harm in being well stocked up. Obviously, Atlanta was swarmed but luckily I lived on the outskirts; about two miles away before the 'safe' area started. Although, despite my location, there was still more than enough infected. I had to stay on my toes, there was no time for slacking.

Thankfully for me, all of my neighbours and those in the nearby streets had either gone to other places or were dead- leaving most houses vacated. This meant that looting wasn't too hard and after a couple of hours I had a decent haul. I decided to just stop at one last house before heading home; I had my first near-death experience at that point.

Admittedly, I was stupid. I didn't check the house for infected before searching the rooms for supplies. Instead, I went straight to the kitchen and began tearing through the cupboards; my back to the hallway, oblivious to the infected coming up behind me. It pounced on me and pushed me to the floor- sprawling me down onto my back- before trying to bite my throat and kill me.

Then, as quickly as it had appeared, it was off of me and on the floor with it's head caved in. A woman was stood over me, extending a hand to help me up.

"C'mon, we need to get out of here before more..." She gestured to my attacker "Company arrives." She smiled at me before starting to leave the house, with me hot on her heels. We got out into the sunlight and looked around quickly. "By the way, I hope you have a place to stay. 'Cause I don't." 

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