Zombie in the basement

/Chase's POV\

I'm a very paranoid person at heart. I've alway been like that, even before all the zombies took over our planet. I knew it would happen one day. I just hoped it didn't happen when I was most vulnerable. Just getting over the death of my best friend was hard enough, but having him come back to life and try and eat me was nothing I wanted to happen. I had to kill him a second time.

James you were a best friend. But I personally didn't want you that close. I had known zombies ate the living. Never really knew why. There's theory's but never a for sure answer. Their heat or blood. Their living so why not? Maybe the reason why a cannibal eats living flesh.

To survive no matter what.

I'm still unsure of the answer but whatever it is. I hope it's not bad.

I guess it's about time I told you about me than huh?

I'm Chase. I'm somewhere around 18-20. I haven't found a calendar that's told me what day it is. I just know it's been more than a years since all this started. Ive been taking life, day to day.

Surviving the best I could. I travel alone though as to not being attention to myself like the groups of people who move together like sheep. Yeah, their setting themselves up for a horde.

My newest best friend though is my rifle. Its handy for when I have to distract a few stray zombies. just shoot the opposite buildings window or a car and the zombies will flock there. I also have very little supplies since it's only me, myself and I. But I am never alone with zombies milling around.