Katelyn's POV

"Oh shit! There are so many of these things, Alex!" I groaned, kicking one off of my axe. "We can't kill all of them! Hurry get to that truck!" Alexander said, pointing to a blue-grey pickup truck. I grabbed his hand tightly, and sprinted into the truck, him close behind. We both got into the truck, and slammed the door.  No more then five seconds later, the walkers began banging and scratching at the doors. "W-Well... this is claustrophobic, isn't it?" I chuckled. "Definitely." He chuckled quietly, and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "How Long Do you think it'll take for them to leave?" I asked, looking over at him. He sighed. "Probably a few hours."
I groaned. "Damn. I was looking forward to going home." I said, rather jokingly. He smiled. "I was too. But now, we are surrounded by these things." I chuckled. "I know, I know." He smiled, "might as well get comfortable right?" He chuckled, kicking his feet onto the dash. I rolled my eyes, playfully. "Yeah, yeah. You know, you've really changed since the world ended." I chuckled.
"Yeah... I have." He sighed, seemingly upset. "Are you okay, Alex?" I asked
He shook his head, and smiled. "I'm fine, Kat."

A/N; so uhhhh, yeah, original story. Let me know if I should write it, or just keep it at this. ;-; I honestly don't know. Anyways, potato out! <3