The Fallout

Alex was in the shade on a tree on a little hill overlooking his house, Alex lived with his uncle and twin sister on the edge of the south east side near the Mississippi river.

He had been scoping out his house for the last fifteen minutes trying to see if he could spot and zombies nearby before he goes in through the back door facing the tree line, Alex spotted a few on the main street in front of the house but none that were in the forest behind the house.

Crouch walking forward trying to be as quiet as possible by stepping around leave or sticks that might make sound Alex made it to the backdoor, Having sneaked out hundreds of times for a variety of reasons Alex had a spare key hidden under a fake rock nearby.

Hearing the sound of footsteps coming from upstairs Alex quickly moved to the living room where he took a sword from above the fireplace, Uncle had weird things like he was a massive nerd for anything Medieval always spouting things like how he was going to be a knight and stuff, Well he said stuff like that when he wasn't getting drunk and beating us for the tiniest mistake.

Uncle Roberts wife died in the same accident that took out parents and after that he started drinking really hard and blamed us for what happened, He knew we did nothing wrong and were effected by the accident just as much as he was but he didn't have anyone else to blame so he just took it out on us, Uncle Robert is a cool guy when he is not drinking he does things like coach for kids baseball and volunteer at the homeless shelter.

The sword is only meant for decoration but it is still pretty sharp, Moving up the stairs and turning to his right where the bedrooms are he saw his sister bedroom door open a little bit and blood leaking underneath the door.

Alex's blood ran cold, His sister was all he had in his mind he already disowned his uncle so his sister was his only family and his bestfriend if she was was dead or even worse she was a zombie Alex wouldn't be able to cope.

Peeking in through the slightly cracked door Alex saw his uncle on his knees hunched over eating something, Without hesitation Alex stepped into the room and raised the sword above his head before striking down on the top of his uncles head.

The sword slid through his scalp and cracked the bone traveling a little beyond the skull, The feeling that traveled through the sword and into his arms felt weird at first as he could almost feel the sword cutting into him as if he used his hands, Wet blood flowed onto his hands not nearly as much as he thought it would but that was probably do to the infected or something as it targets blood.

Kicking his uncles body to the side and pulling the now cracked ornamental sword out of his head he looked at the ground where his uncle was eating something.

Fur, White fur mixed in with the blood and guts, It was his sisters pet rabbit she kept in her room.

After sighing in relief Alex moved into his room not even sparing a glance at his uncle who got what he deserved.

Opening his closet and taking off the vent Alex pulled out milk crate full of books and a handheld hatchet he stole from his uncle, The hatchet was not for decoration like the sword was the hatchet was part of his uncles collection so real vintage viking axes, Of course his uncle was dumb enough to believe that the thing literally a rubber coat on the handle.

Switching his broken sword for the hatchet Alex moved his attention to the crate of books, The books were his journals of different thing he like to have a book for different subjects he liked he had one for his d&d games, video games and really just stuff any 16 year old boy would be interested in.

Alex grabbed an empty notebook and wrote "Zombies" on it, The first page was full of known symptoms that he mainly got from the news broadcast and left the second page blank for any future discoveries, The third page Alex wrote "Hoarders" at the top and left space for a basic sketch later and wrote a description "Hoarders are your basic bitch zombies that you should be able to outrun and only threaten you when in hoards of zombies".

Page 4 was the "Smarties" like the lady he was with on the rooftop "Smarties are just like you basic Hoarders speed and strength wise from what I've seen but they have intelligence on par with normal humans, Smarties would probably be classified as an attribute then a type of zombie as further unique mutations may also be Smarties"

Closing the book and putting it in his now empty school bag after he dumped out all the papers and stuff Alex went back down stairs and straight to the kitchen, If he is going to survive he needs every crumb and drop of water he could get.

Empty. All of it was empty and scavenged by someone nearby or more preferably his sister, Well nothing he can do now except leave this place in search of food.

His stomach was grumbling just thinking about food as he had not eaten at all since breakfast yesterday morning before this shit storm happened, Now that Alex was really thinking about it in order for the entire world to collapse people must have been infected before hand and all turned at once, But why didn't he also get infected and turned, It was probably due to something in the blood from the theme the virus has been going on up to this point.

Alex didn't know what blood type he had as he simply just didn't asked but it was probably only certain blood types that were infected, Even if it was only a single blood type if it was something like O Positive which makes up about 35% of the worlds population that would be about 2.8 billion people, An army of 2.8 billion people that could spread and add more people to its army would definitely be able to destroy the world and that's not to to mention the fact that is only one blood type and to add even more insult to injury the people with bloody types that are not infected have the risk of being eaten by zombies every minute, I would be surprised if more than 100 million people worldwide are still alive and with the population of the United States being around 330 Million the amount of people surviving couldn't be more than a couple ten million at most.

Alex was jumping from alley to alley while thinking all of this and heading towards the grocery store to try and find some food.

Traversing the edge of the city was surprisingly easy he just stayed to the alleys and the roofs of the building and it was pretty easy to see the hoarders coming and go around them its not like they are smart enough to try hiding or anything instead just wander around aimlessly or going in the direction of some random noise.

Alex didn't want to make any detours and try and go in any building he was already hungry and was saving his energy for whatever was inevitably going to be inside the store, The grocery store nearby wasn't something big it was more like a dollar store than an actual grocery store but it would have a dozen zombies in there at least.

The street out in front of the store was clear all of them are most likely inside from the sound of flesh ripping and bones snapping from some unlucky survivor or animal that wandered in looking for and easy snack.

9 zombies from the looks of it all regular hoarders should be easy as long as he doesn't get surrounded, Picking up a pebble and tossing it at the head of the nearest zombie to get its attention Alex takes out his hatchet and pulls his arm back swinging for his head once he gets in arms reach.

*Thud*

The zombie fell to the ground with enough force to create a loud thud noise, Well at least loud enough for 3 on the zombies to look in his direction.

Zombies don't seem to care about the difference between fresh and rotten meat but at least if they went for something else they didn't have to share, All three hobbled over to Alex ready to take a bite only for a door to be slammed closed blocking their advance, The door was wooden with a broken glass window at the top of the door that the zombies were now trying to crawl through.

Bringing his hatchet down on the one in the middle splitting his head open down the center and killing him with ease Alex started to get the hang of this whole zombie killing thing.

The one in the middle was ruthlessly tossed away by the other two only to be cut down the same way, After all of this ruckus 3 more were pulled away ending in the same was as there predecessors, The remaining zombies seemed engrossed in the lump of gore on the floor without interruption from the others and got a bigger share of the kill.

Alex pushed the door open only enough for his body to slip through unable to push further from the bodies blocking the door, Quickly finishing off the two remaining zombies with a chop to the skull before either could get up he started filling his backpack with water and food mainly focusing on thing that didn't go bad as fast were easy to eat like canned stuff or MREs.

Moving over to the bathroom to wash off all the blood he has collected on his arms or face before looking in the mirror, Alex has black messy hair stuck to his face with sweat and bright blue eyes that look more like a silver than blue, His face could be considered very handsome if he wasn't always frowning and actually put an effort into his appearance which was the opposite of his sister who put too much effort into how she looked.

Putting his backpack back on after having a quick light meal he headed towards Molly's house which was his sisters friend, It was the only place he thought she might go off the top of his head. Onward!