Alexander Pov
         I pushed through the crowd, shooting in the air. I wasn't scared of getting bit.
Not at all to be honest but it's just one of those things you have to do to save others.

I almost had reached the door when I got grabbed by my arm and pulled to the ground.
It was a walker.
My gun had clattered away.
I desperately tried to get my gun or the knife from my back pocket.
I saw the crowd movie scarily close. When I said I wasn't afraid of gettin bit, don't get me wrong.
I'm not.
But when it comes to getting literally torn apart?

Yeah that's
fucking
horrifying.

I felt another walker grab my shoe. I yelped and tried to kick them off. I'm so done for. Yelling would only attract more.

I heard a two gunshots.

The walkers weren't on me anymore. I scrambled to get up. The crowd was coming. I picked up my gun.

"Over here! Come with us!" I heard a whisper shout.

I turned around and saw a boy behind a building motioning for me to come over. I jogged over there and slopes behind the building. There was three boys there.

"Why the fuck were you shooting into a crowd of biters?" One of them asked me, annoyed.
"Do you have a death wish?"

"I was saving a group of people." I said, with a smile.

"Oh of course you were. Where are they now?" He hissed. "

"I believe they are heading to 61st street. And I'm going to meet them there." I noticed a walker down the alleyway but decided not to point it out.

"What's your name?"
"Alex."

"That doesnt help. There's like 8000 Alex's in New York."

"Yeah and all of them are dead." I replied.

"He's got a point Thomas." One of them muttered.

"So...who are you guys?"

"I'm James, that's Thomas and Aaron." One of them quickly answered.

"Alright. I hope to see you guys around...whilst being alive. Anywho, I have to run. Quite literally." I told them grinning.

"Stop smiling! It's the fucking apocalypse!" Thomas called.

I did a little spin as I jogged away and smiled back at them...then turned back and flipped him off.

While having a smile, mind you.

I pulled the knife out of my pocket and stabbed a walker. I went the opposite direction of the crowd, whistling and clicking my boots every now and then.