PROLOGUE

My name is Tom, and I’m one of the last survivors in my town after a zombie outbreak happened across the globe. In the beginning, they are just like how we see them in movies or TV shows, either they were walkers or runners with the intent to kill and eat. However, these last few months something strange has been happening to some of them, like as if they were reverting to being humans but still dead and still hungry for human flesh. These particular ones I call Zombs. These Zombs can drive cars and speak and understand for a moment, I’ve seen some talking from afar before they ate their victims. As for us, the humans, there are lesser and lesser of us, because in order to survive we need one shot glass of orange juice per day, or every two days if you ain’t a hunter. Unluckily for me, I’m a hunter and a good one at that, so I need one glass of orange juice once or twice a day, which means if I want to survive, I have to get rid of at least 10 zombies per day, to get a gallon of juice. Unluckily for everyone else, since the outbreak, the orange juice supply, has obviously gone down, unless you live in one of the walled-up cities, who stole as much orange juice and oranges as they could, to leave the rest of us in danger. Luckily, we outsiders aren’t so stupid, so we found the fruit and planted them in hidden locations so that they wouldn’t be stolen by the city folk or destroyed by the zombies. I’ve been at this for almost a year now, so when we started to see the changes both in zombie numbers and Zombs, we outsiders got together, to find fuel or make fuel so we could power up cars and upgrade them for extermination. However as informative as this is, the plot of this story is something else.

 Chapter 1

One of the transport cars for the walled-up cities had just passed by, quite fast at that. I look in my rear mirror, I understand why some Zombs are trailing them, guess my break is over. As I set out, I see the transport car swerve and fall to its side. Shit! This is an ambush, darn these Zombs, they keep getting smarter and smarter! I first head for the transport car, and I see a kid, maybe twelve years old or something, trying to get out. I get as close to the car before I get out of my own to get the kid, armed with a shotgun.
I shoot at some of the Zombs that came out of their cars, some die, and others retreat to their cars, I run to the kid and drag him back into my car. I tell him to put his seat belt on because it’s going to be a wild ride. Luckily the kid listens, I look at him in my viewfinder and he seems a bit shaken but no signs of transformation. I rear up my car and bump into one of the Zombs cars that came a little too close for me to feel safe, I activate one of my mini-missiles, shoot it at the car as I’m driving away from it, I hear the screams, which meant the acid in the missiles got to them and they died. Five more cars pull up so I park my car at a safe distance, launch one of two missiles, get rid of three cars, and I shoot at the engines of the two others. Unfortunately for me, more cars have pulled up because of the sound of the explosion, and none so far are human. I’m down to two missiles, but I don’t want to waste them, so I tell the kid to stay low and not to come out of the car. I slowly approach the new arrival of cars and stop my car about 2 to 3 meters away, not too far for me to run and not too close, so they can’t smell the kid. I haven’t bathed in almost five days, so I smell foul, so they don’t attack me yet, I smell almost as bad as them, a strategy, I’ve been keeping for a while since I’ve become a hunter. I approach them with my orange juice in hand and two guns and some knives on my body.

“Hey buddies, sorry for messing up your friends. Oh, come on, don’t stay silent, I know you can talk and I know you ain’t happy with what I just did” I tell them, smugly.

This gets one of them to speak, it’s not clear like my voice, he’s still turning into a Zomb.

“You are vermin, a yummy meal, why should we waste our time talking to him?” He speaks. He doesn’t seem to be pleased with me but the others are staying quiet because I have my orange juice with me. Whilst we survive on orange juice, orange juice kills them, just like acid, they burn and disintegrate and they smell even worse after. Some have been Zombs for longer than the Zomb that addressed me, and they’ve probably heard rumours about me, from their other pals. I don’t mean to brag, but I’ve killed so many zombies these last few months, that, even Zombs are scared of me in a way of course. Just like I’m scared of them but not enough to not be afraid to approach them.

“Look, I just want to know who your Zomb boss is, because, this isn’t my first time seeing a Zomb ambush, but this is my first reckless one. He knew I stay on these routes, so why did he risk you all?” no one replies “you really ain’t gonna tell me that it’s to wipe me out? If it was, then I would be dead right now. Also, the other times it was also kids, so there’s got to be something up with them then”

The one closest to me scowls and shows me his teeth, and I open my orange juice, yeah, I know doesn’t sound very threatening but, as I said, this yummy sweet orange drink kills them. I tell them that someone better start speaking or the mister next to me is gonna get killed with some OJ and that I am armed and ready to kill.