I think I've dreamed about this after I read the story "Bitten" by   .oh whatevs

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It was a normal day. A boring day I was stucking at school. And the class has no teacher cause the teacher is bussy at meeting.

Boys are running everywhere, chasing eachother like cat and mouse. Girls taking selfie, or playing games for girls... of course. All of them see me like an invinsible person, and some of them ended up bullying me. I tried to fight back but I coulnt do anything. Then they went away to play again. I was reading a book. I cant remember it's title, but I found it quite interesting. And just like that... until... the whole class shaking.

Everyone in class were scared. Because no way in hell that there will be an earthquake. They tried to do what they can, mostly hiding under the table, including me. Then the school alarm rang and a loudspeaker said: "RUN!!! GET OUT OF THE SCHOOL!!! HIDE!!!" We were so scared... Then... A fingure appeared. It's body were bloody and it's clothes were tattered. It's eyes were all white, lifeless. The skin were pale and show no sign of living.

Zombie??

That was everything I could thought in my head.

It start to attack everyone. We ran away. Some of them were not managed to survive, so they ended up turn into a lifeless moving body after the bites of the monster... Suprisingly, I dont feel anything. It just a bit pity, then fade away, nothing more. We ran downstair and met more zombies. All of us, classmates and me, 30, after survive that ambush, only left 16. I dont understand. Why cant I feel anything?

We ran out of the school with other survivors, and not really a good idea because the road were full of zombies. Our teacher has dead and become a zombie too. I dont feel sorrow for him anything. I saw a dead body of a policeman and questioned why didnt he turn into a zombie. Oh well, much more better when less of them, or the most greatest way is all of them were gone. I saw the gun is on the policeman's hand and took it. We ran to the council room and lock the door. Other teachers and students were frightening and their tears havent dried yet. Hm... Interesting. Not in the positive way of course.

Suddenly a zombie managed to break the windows and crawl in. They were very scared... Me? I dont even think of anything, take the gun and shoot it. Right to the brain. It growled, wirthing a bit then stop. Clearly to say it has dead. Everyone stares at me. A teacher took the gun from me, not saying anything. Will he be brave after took the gun? I dont think so. Another zombie broke the lock and jump in. He were, maybe, too shocked and cant even shoot it. I jump over him, quickly dodge the attack, take the gun and shoot it again. 3 times. Dead. He looks at me again, maybe wondering who am I. A 14 years old kid saved a teacher, with the gun, shoot the zombie. I didnt say anything. I dont even understand what have I done anymore. I just ACT like that. I dont know what's happening to me. Fear? Yes. Shocked? Yes. Afraid I will die? Maybe. What have I become? Oh, I dont care much. It's like I turn into emotionless. Maybe with these feelings, I could fix the problem? Tch, might. The other teachers and student tried to stop me, but I ran away.

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(1 week later. Understand it, the time in dreams is much faster than you think. At least, with me)

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What have I become? A 14 years old kid, a student, a well-politeness child, now what? Hold a gun, not full cartridge-clip, some foods in my backpack, clothes were dirty with dust and little blood. Not really emotionless, but I could say, I dont feel pity for the dead. The zombie apocalypse has begun 3 days ago since the day I found it. Welp, life goes on.

Oh what was I wearing? A white t-shirt, black shorts and a grey hoodie that I always wear. I packed some of them in my backpack too. Heh, off-topic. And I was in a empty house, the furnitures were enough for me to stay. Still, I had to get out. Mostly food and explaination for the cause of those creatures. A 14 years old like me might not really help, but I could save some survivors to save place. Im not gonna hide myself. Since I got used to these feelings and situation, I could independent... Not really. Sometimes has to get help. Not really trouble, right?

Night takes over day. I barely get enough sleep. I found myself I cant sleep much. (That will be called sleep-on-sleep, I guess). So what did I do? Going out killing other zombies. Or, taking some breaths to enjoy the night. That will help me less stressed.

But, I found someone next to my house, not zombies. Interesting, huh. Carefully, and quietly, I open the door and watch. 2 guys. Under the moonlight, I could see them clearly. Both of them were had light, dirty hair, except one has a black hoodie cover half of it. The other guy wore a white, quite bloody hoodie, with a red scarf flying in the wind. They seems to have a not really nice conversation. The wear scarf guy is talking loudly and the black hood guy just try to calm the other down. But then, the black hoodie guy hug the red scarf one, and they both hugging eachother. Normal to me. Im not the type always ship. Well, sometimes.... 

I was hiding in a bush. Their eyes... somehow... got me?? You could say, their eyes attracted me. One is blue and little red mixed in just one eye, but clearly and beautifully shown under moonlight. The other one is blue, mixed with black, and dull. Dull but still showing light, hoping for a new change... Wait... DA FUK DID I JUST THINK??? I slap myself lighty, and I really shouldnt have done that because my hand accidentally push a branch of the bush make a noisy sound. They both turn around, finding the noise that I did. Well sheet.

Continue to that, not romantic at all, a zombie jump at back over me.  SHEET!!! I DONT EVEN PREPARED!!! Welp, goodbye life-

*strike*

It was the black hoodie guy. Holding a scythe that I pretty sure was remade with longer wood stick, strikes the zombie. He stand over it and cut the head of the monster. The red scarf guy ran to me, asked:

- Kid, you ok?

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- Yea... Im fine.

The black hoodie guy walks back to me, and they're now staring at me. Great job, me. I hate myself. Again, the red scarf guy asked:

- Why are you here? Where's your parents?

- I dont know. I lost them

- You shouldnt playing at this time, kid. You see what almost happened to you. 

I dont want to fight back, dont know why. Maybe it'll just a watse of time. I've got a million times to hear that question and I get tired from being asked. But... there's something else... not just one reason why I dont want to replied...

- I'll take you to a safe place. Come with me. - The back hoodie guy said sternly to me. What? This guy seriously have an urge to me. Oh am I gonna listen to him?

- Um, excuse me. Im not going to listen to you. Well, thank you for save me then.

I quickly made my way to leave. A hand held me back, and I was pretty sure I  was acting like a fool with this kind of guy. The hand's cold than ice. Like... the hand of death.

- Listen here. This is not a game for your kids to run around likes chicks when the falcons and eagles is flying upon your heads. Dont try to act like you know everything is happening here, brat.

Huh. He called me a brat. Interesting. His tone and words has succesfully makes me shivers. 

Im not the type of always being a politely student anymore. Welp, goodbye me from the past.

- Oh right. Im just acting like a fool, like a chick when the falcons and eagles is flying upon MY head. Sure you're right. And this little chick is holding a weapon, throw away the childhood to fight those predators. Oh and look!

Bang. The gun in my hand shoot between them. Another failure dead.

They turn around to see the creature, then again to me. Not the eyes of worried, but the shock and fear, I think. Wide-oped to me, another peoples wonder who am I. This is not me anymore. I've changed. 

- Also, if you really need a rest, this house next to me is kinda fine. Sorry for acting wierd, or, sorry to let you see me throw my childhood away.

The red scarf guy and the black hoodie stares at me again. They have another conversation again, then nods. When walks to the house, I asked:

- Oh, I forgot! What's your name?

- Well, Im ####, and this black one is ###### or #####

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That's it

Bye

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1576 words. Interesting.