


Escape from hell

by BusToFeelsTown



Category: Zombieland
Genre: Friendship, Humor
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2013-07-14
Updated: 2013-07-14
Packaged: 2013-10-28 05:28:13
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Words: 563
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/9491083/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/4881496/BusToFeelsTown
Summary: A fanfiction of zombieland(Sorta). A few survivors meet up, and leave their mark as Zombie Hunters. Zanna, Carter, Kelly, Kate, and David. Rated T for some language.





	Escape from hell

ZOMBIE LAND: Fanfiction

Carters P.O.V.

Man, this place had gone to hell, and here I was, stuck in the middle of this mess. I sighed shooting another Zombie. The place looked empty, but never be fooled by the silence.

"COME ON!" I yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? COME AND GET IT! FRESH MEAT!"

I heard the scuffling of their feet, and their yells of hunger. Never ending hunger. Around ten more zombies came in from the opposite sides of me. I aimed my hand-guns at each crows and shot some zombies, until they were all dead. You might ask me, how do you kill a dead person? Well how should I know?

I was one of the last people here, in this fucked up, mind-twisting place. It didn't matter, I didn't care about much. If one of my loved ones were dead, I wouldn't care, because I didn't have any. My mom was an alcoholic, and tried to drink in drive, in my opinion, it served her right. She was never a mother anyways. My dad was in the Navy, people die in the Navy. I barely knew him anyways.

I walked into one of the nearby shops, and I banged on the door, waiting for zombies to come out. Two fat ones came out, they were easy to shoot, and then a few skinny ones. I shot them too. Poor customers should have carried some pepper spray.

I walked around the shop. "Oh, chips, why not snack a little? I think I should get some apples to, and then I'll be off." I muttered to myself. So I got my Chips and Carrots, and an apple for a little healthy treat. It was important to stay healthy here in hell.

I was prepared to walk out of the shop before I heard, "How did you survive?" It was a girl, young I supposed.

I turned around, "With guns, and an awful lot of running." I looked at the girl, she _was_ young. In fact, she looked really young. "How old are you?"

"I'm ten, how old are you?"

Woah, did she say ten? Suddenly the way I survived didn't mean a lot compared to this girl. "I'm S-seventeen." I stuttered. "Mind if I ask you how you're still alive?"

She smiled and said, "With an Ak-47 and the ability to hide in small, where zombies can't get me."

This girl was an impressive. "You know how to handle a gun?"

"I kept myself alive this long, so what do you think?"

"I um, that's uhh…" I stuttered trying to find the right word.

"Amazing, I'm aware." She started to walk away.

"Hey!" I called, "Where are you going?"

"You can't create bonds in this place." She said.

"We could be stronger together." I told her, she couldn't walk away. I needed another fighter on my side.

"Can you take me to California?" She asked.

"Why?" I asked her.

"Because I might have family there, but I can't be sure until I get there." She told me.

"I could. I have a car." I told her.

"Then I'll stay for a while but keep in mind, if I seem a little heartless, don't worry. It's just survival." She said.

I could tell I was taking a _long_ road trip. Florida to California, it's just a good thing gas prices have gone down.


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