So I've been thinking about what story I should write next and I've decided to write a zombie apocalypse story. I know that there must be thousands of these and I'll do my best to make this story as realistic as possible, this story will likely only have seven chapters at the most but maybe if I get enough reviews I'll write some more.

I opened my eyes and analysed my surroundings, I was in a bin, a large one, empty luckily.

It's times like these when I have to remember everything of importance I have done lately to stop myself from becoming a victim of panic.

I found a small town after hours of walking, the town was a total wreck filled with them, I managed to travel without being killed or attacked and I found a small road. I couldn't find any living people apart from a terrified looking family huddled in a living room. I didn't dare ask the family for supplies or food since they looked like they needed every last nibble of whatever food they had.

After walking slowly, I found a man being attacked by three of them, I took pity on him and used three bullets on them and then I and the man ran for our lives together, the sound of a gunshot signalling them.

After I used up more bullets, I and the man finally found safety.

"Thank you so much," the man groaned as he fell to the floor, rising tears in his eyes "It's useless though, I've already been bitten."

"I see," was my response, "any last wishes then, I guess?"

The man locked eyes with me, and began to speak, his words forming rapidly.

"My name is Robert Dean…"

Robert, lovely name, I used to have a dog called Robert. Well, Robbie anyway.

"…I have two sons named Nate and Ethan, Nate is seventeen and Ethan is eight. Before all this craziness started me and my wife Rachel…"

Rachel was my twin sister's name.

"…had a divorce, so she has Ethan with her, Nate should be around somewhere, he looks like this," the man, Robert grasped a brown wallet from his pocked with his shaking hands and passed it to me, inside were a credit card, a coffee coupon and a picture of a boy around my age with scruffy blond hair, shining eyes and a bright red jacket that hurt my eyes a little.

"This town had only been attacked by these things a month ago so we're pretty lucky compared to the rest of you all, I have no idea where Nate is but I know that Ethan should be in a flat around the centre of this town, the flat's number is four, Ethan will be fine I'm sure," Robert said the last two words in a desperate way, it was hard to make those slurred words out though "I'm not asking you to take care of Ethan in my place that would be taking advantage of your kindness but please bring him to Nate," Robert paused for a second before asking "I'm sorry love, what's your name?"

"Skye," I replied earnestly "my name is Skye Road."

"That's a strange name, a pretty one regardless though," Robert smiled, tears pouring down his face "in fact me and Rachel were planning to give Ethan the name Skye if he were born a girl, thank you so much for this anyway Skye, but can I be selfish and ask for two more things?"

I nodded, doing my best not to evaporate into tears as well.

"Make sure that my sons survive however long you stay with them please? Nate may be able to take care of himself but Ethan can't…"

I nodded again, tear beginning to spill.

"And also…I know this request is practically the most selfish thing I could ask but…I really don't want to end up like those monsters so-"

I whipped out my gun from my open rucksack and shot him in the head without hesitance, using the last bullet that I planned to save for myself if I were stuck in a horrid case.

Afterwards I ran, no I sprinted, for a long as I could manage, I threw myself in a random bin at the first opportunity I got and stayed there silently, holding my breath knowing that if they found me, my life would end right there.

But somehow I was spared from this fate, maybe karma has finally came to grant me the life I deserve and when I climb from out of this reeking bin, Mum, Dad and Rachel will be there and say "there you are! What are you doing in that bin you numpty?" and the four of us will go home because nothing bad ever happened and the world isn't falling to ruin and I'll get to meet up with my school friends Jessica and Chrissie and achieve my GCSE and become the artist I so desired to be.

But when I climbed out of the bin this didn't happen instead I became fuelled with the desire to reunite Ethan and Nate, I hate to admit it but this wasn't out of wanting to fulfil a nice stranger's dying wish but the desire distract myself from the memories of the blissful life I was enjoying nine months ago.

Don't worry Robert; those sons of yours will be fine.

So what do you think? Please comment and feel free to give me some constructive 's the link to the picture of what Nate looks like by the way (I don't own it) 1389281