Dying is not part of the plan, neither was living in.....well how to describe, it would be hard given the circumstances. The circumstances being the living is running and the dead is chasing. Not just the dead being time chasing us down, but as in something with two legs and an empty body which wants to give you to Death. Also, bearing in mind I wouldn't class what I'm doing as living. More like surviving. Alone. Hungry. Thirsty. Depressed. Four words that equal to my disadvantages in life.

Normally, you would think you were lucky to survive, but then you think it could've been easier just to die and not have to worry about the dangers around you every second of everyday. But then again if you've survived this far you might as well carry on or what the hell was the point in the first place.

My footsteps sounded louder in my head as that seemed like the only thing to be heard. Also having a slow steady walking pace gave me a beat, matching it to a few tunes that I just about remembered. Leaves rustled high in the trees from a small, but satisfying breeze. The trees just giving me enough shade to protect me from the suns golden rays which may bring harm to my skin. Damn was that another disadvantage to this life.  Right now the only thing I was concerned of was finding somewhere to rest up without being taken apart by night. 

Sadly night fell and to my luck nothing came into sight, looks like another night in the tree for me. I climbed a nearby tree and settled myself on a high branch and soon my eyes became heavy.

Waking up to hushed voices didn't seem too good to me. I looked down the the ground from here I was sitting seeing a top of a hat and grey hair to an old man. "You don't need to shoot it." The old man told the hatted person. He then gave a slight nod walking away from the tree I was in. Only the one thing that might of made this situation worse happened. My arm slipped causing me to fall out of the tree, grabbing the attention of the old man and from what I now see is to be a young boy. He lifted his gun in my direction. "You spying on us?" The boy asked. I didn't answer to be quite honest I was sacred what he would do with that gun pointing in my now dirt covered face. I stood up from my spot raising my hands in surrender. Finally I had some sense to answer. "No, I was sleeping up there away from the dead." I said, sounding much more confident than I was. "Lower the gun Carl." The old man said. His face was eyes were  filled with wisdom and his face had looked to have taken a lot. He had white hair with a bold patch at the very top and his beard was tied together with a small band. He wore casual clothes that fitted him well, bearing they were a little torn and dirty. 

The boy was quite different. He had pale, smooth skin with full brown locks which came to his shoulders. His eyes seemed to be his main features with stood out as a bright baby blue. He wore jeans and short sleeved top covered by a coloured flannel and to top it all off a hat perched on the top of his head. "What's your name and where are you headed child?" The old man asked. "I'm not headed anywhere, just looking for somewhere to keep out the dead." I said brushing the dirt of my clothes. I could still see the boy having a tightened grip on his gun. I knew he didn't trust me. "I'm not meaning to be a threat." I said to the boy. 

"What's your name child?" 

"Nora."

"I think we have some space for you Nora."

A/N: Hello haven't updated in ages, sorry about that been on holiday's and had no connection. I think my writing style has kinda changed in this one tell me if you like it or if you don't. Thanks for the votes and reads looking forward to more x