I scream a scream of hate and anger, and sprint at the zombie, hatchet ready to swing. I swing the hatchet in its head. It screamed a bloodcurdling scream as blood squirted from the deep wound in it's head, and the zombie flopped to the floor. "Oh god" I say, blood started to make a rather large puddle on the broken street. I slowly walked down the dirty, abandoned street.

I felt tired all of a sudden, I fell to the floor with a thump. My vision slightly blurred. Was I falling asleep? No, I didn't close my eyes, my eyelids felt suddenly heavy, I looked at my arm for no reason and a bite mark was on my arm. I tried to fight it. Was death that bad? I ask myself, tears streamed down my tan cheeks from my blue/gray eyes. Everything turned black. I saw memories flash by. My friend talking, just before she died of cancer. Me screaming at god for killing her, and my own sobs filled the room. Me donating all of my money to help cancer research. I started to live life to its fullest.

All my memories ended. I felt a dull kick to the side of my torso. I opened my eyes half way, a tall figure stood over my, it was sunrise. I felt a deep feeling I've never felt before, it was a felling of deep horror, happiness, and sadness. The tall figure knelt down on a knee and asked, "who are you?" I looked at her and said, "z-z-Zachary" I shuddered out, "hm, ok, and my names Chloe." Chloe said. "Stand up, useless bag of bones and meat!" Chloe yelled at me, I rolled onto my stomach and placed my hands next to my neck on the street and pushed up to my knees and stood up, my head pounded.

I stood up and looked at Chloe, she wore camouflage jeans, and a dark brown tank-top shirt the was to tight and her small stomach showed a gold belly button ring. Her deep blue eyes looked sad and frantic, her long, brown hair, with pink highlights was tied in a pony tail. her breasts where medium in size. I looked down at my clothes, a dirty, bloodstained T-shirt, a pair of jeans with knee pads that looked sewn on with a makeshift needle and brown thread. "Oh, pardon my manors, do you want something to drink?" Chloe asked me, "no thanks," I say, my throat hoarse from god knows what.

"Or do you want a fresh steak? made from the best human meat!" She scream at me, I felt her warm breath blow down my face. She let out the scariest, most blood curdling scream I heard. Chloe pulled out a long, bloodstained butcher's knife and knocked me over and sat on top of my slightly large chest and put the knife to my throat, "DO YOU!" she screeched at me, and spit to the side.

I wanted to cry, "don't kill me, please," I cried in terror. I tried to push her off, I can't. I felt the knife move from my neck and cress my cheek. I remember when my other friend, Jack, knocked me over and sat on my, screaming would scare him and knock himself off me. Well, here goes nothing, I think

I scream a loud, powerful screech, the scared Chloe and she dropped the long knife. My chance, I pick up the knife and in a powerful slash, slit her skinny side, blood dripped at first, then poured onto the street, she flopped into the forming puddle of dark, red sticky blood. I felt the last of my sanity slowly slipping away. I took the knife and stabbed its, pointy, blood soaked tip into Chloe's stomach. This part of my life is over.