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*ring ring... ring ring... ring ring*

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing and get up wondering who would call me at 5 in the morning. I rush over to the phone before it would hang up planning on cursing the rude fur for waking me. I lifted the phone to my head and answer with "this better be good" in a very serious tone. In a loud tone my best friend Chase replied with "Jin you have to get out of the city quick!" My eyes shot open from the seriousness in his voice and asked "why?... whats wrong", only to hear the phone line cut. Worried I quickly dress and took my backpack full of camping supplies and rushed out the door of my apartment room finding many of the doors to the other rooms left ajar and trash littering the halls.

I panic for a few minutes thinking everyone in the building must've been evacuated from the building without me. I try and recollect my self before I started to tread through the halls. My heart pounded as I raced to the Emergency exit. I ram into it trying to shove it open and exit only to be met with a slight pain and yelp as the door seemed to have been jammed. I search around to see if I could find anything I could use to pry the door open enough to get out. After several minutes of searching a nearby staff room I find a fireaxe hanging the wall behind some shelves.

I take it and race back to the door and pry it open with the fireaxe till it was wide enough for me and my backpack to fit through. With enough effort and a loud screech the door opened enough for me to squeeze through. I placed the fireaxe into my backpack not knowing when I might need it. The streets were littered with gore as well as cars, some even piled up and aflamed. It took all my strength not to vomit on the spot and moved on as I thought what could've happened to Chase. I mean Chase is quite quick on his feet like I was, but he was still weaker than me.

He's a raccoon with the typical grey and black fur, lean and standing 5foot 4inches tall. While I am a 6foot 2inched fox with completly white fur all over. I have crimson red eyes while Chases has deep blue eyes. Although I said I was stronger than he was I am not muscularly built enough to be called a body builder. I was in simple terms an averge fox. Back in high school, before we graduated 3 months back, we would always enter foot races and we would always trade off being first and second place which made everyone else jealous.

After a while I reached Chase's house only to find the front door left ajar.(wide open) I ran inside and up the stairs into his room only to find his drawers and closet emptied out. I then ran downstairs to see if he took the guns he was collecting as a hobby. I push his book shelf aside to reveal his secret stash all missing except for a note, a loaded beretta in a holster with two clips, and a box of ammo which seemed to hold rounds.

The note read

"Dear, Jin

If you happen to run to my house searching for me, I was over run by zombies and people alike. So I had to abandon my house. I'll be heading towards our usual hangout and I'll wait there for you If you choose to come find me.

Ps, I left you a revolver to help keep the hostiles away.

Pss, If this is someone I don't know reading this, then please go ahead and take the gun and ammo, but please leave this note here.

• Chase Nightingale"

As I finished reading the note I felt a tear slide down my muzzle. Then I looked back at the note in a bit of a shock to recollect what it had stated before. "z...zombies?!" I exclaimed out loud. "Does Chase really mean zombies like the ones in those movies where once a fur is bitten they joined the unending army?" I thought to myself in disbelief. Then I turned the note over and saw "Psss, Yes I mean those kinds of zombies."

I chuckled a little at how he always knew what I was thinking, but that was when I started hearing gunshots from outside. "Chase?!" I thought to myself. Maybe he had just left, which could explain why the gun was still here. So I took the holster and strapped it on. I also pocketed a few extra bullets incase I needed to reload and placed the box of ammo into my backpack.

I ran outside towards the direction I thought I heard the gunshot come from and heard another few shots fire again and again. I was running as fast as I could worried that he may be surrounded. I reached what seemed to have been a closed off resturaunt as well as a black furred wolf who was pinned up against the wall by three zombies. I rushed in without thinking and shot one point blank in the head with the beretta making a path for him and said "Come on!" Then we ran as fast as we can towards a shop just across from the resturaunt where the door was left wide open. We slammed the door shut and piled up anything we could happen to find inside in front of the door.

After a few minutes of panting the wolf said, "Thanks, you saved my life. I'm Micheal D., but you can call me mike." "No problem anyone would've done the same if it were me there i'm pretty sure." I said, only to get scoffed at. "Anyone you say... I was left behind there by my friends just to save their ammo from shooting the mob down." The wolf said in a sour voice. I replied "Oh, well... i'm Hakujin T., but everyone calls me Jin" "I can see why" the wolf chuckled. "So where do you plan on heading now that you're alone?" I asked in a low voice. "Well you see, I haven't really thought that far since I've only been recently abandoned by them. So how about you?" The wolf replied with a bit of perk in his tone as if hoping to find a place to stay.

Thats when I explained to him about my friend Chase and our plan of getting out the city from our hangout. "Want to come with?" I asked him and he replied excitedly with a "Yes, Oh yes." Energetically wagging his tail like a deserted wolf who has finally found a pack to live with. We searched the shop for supplies and were only able to find 2 bottles of water, a large bag of chips, and a blood soaked half eaten sandwhich. Ignoring the sandwhich, we began chowing down the chips and water before heading to the back door.

"How much ammo left in your revolver?" I asked Mike. "Only 1 shot left sadly." "save it for when you need it." I told him as I handed him the fireaxe I had found earlier this morning." Mike is 6 foot tall and had a very muscular build so I thought he'd do better with it than I could. He has brown eyes and was wearing a blood soaked tank top. "Ready to head out?" He asked. "I'm ready" I replied.

I'll make chapter 2 some time by friday or next week. Sorry for not much action currently. :x