We kept running, then slowed down and paused in the middle of a road in the neighborhood we were in. Visibility was pretty good, thank God, it was a cloudless night but that didn't mean that everything was clear. The air was slightly crisp, still slightly warm from the last hours of the evening heat. In Michigan it always seems warmer than the temperatures say, the reason being the lakes that surround us contribute to the humidity and make the air heavier and much, much more hot. I was sweating bullets because of the close call with those zombies that surrounded us just moments earlier.
Speaking of which, what is the time? It feels like I had woken up to this whole mess eons ago. As I stood with my weapons loose in my hands I raised my wrist and checked my watch, the glowing hands telling me that it was approximately five o'clock in the morning. I rubbed my eyes hard and refocused on those dim lines behind the glass, and sure enough it was the very same time. I sighed a loud sigh, I had about had enough in the last twenty hours or so. I again realized how time has flown by, that it hasn't been very long since I first woke up...
Still very much awake but wondering if I was even sane, I look over to Douglas who pulled up his pants and coughed into his arm, attempting to stifle it a bit. He seemed to be freaking out a bit, but that is quite understandable, I saved his flesh twice, possibly thrice. But who's keeping count anyway? He began snapping his head from house to house, shadow to shadow, taking in every detail. He still wasn't doing it right, at least not the smarter way. I hung the handle of Harmony through a belt loop and placed my hand lightly on Douglas' shoulder, he whipped his head around but let his shoulders sag in relief. Maybe he thought my peace was enough to prove we're safe?
"When you look for a target, or in this case, an assailant, scan the area for any movement first then pinpoint a spot that you suspect where the enemy is. Don't take that much time or you won't see them coming." I nodded firmly and gave a strong grin of encouragement, he replied with a small nod.
"We have to keep moving, I don't see anything but that doesn't mean there aren't any zombies out there." Douglas looked among the parked and crashed cars lining the street with dark blue blotches lying around, as if it were a huge block party. Except if you drink the alcohol you die. Never mind that last part, it's the tiredness speaking. There were a couple silhouettes hung from the windows or door ways of a few cars, motionless like the rest, just adding to the pain of seeing it all. I took a step down the street and waved my hand for Douglas to follow, we might as well keep going until we can find a nice house far away from all the action.
After a little walking and some silent gestures towards possible safe houses we decided on a tall, colonial home with two stories and a large garage. It seemed adequate for luxury not safety, but it would be temporary anyway. Douglas gave me a boost over the high wooden fence, and I landed on the other side in a roll. I quickly scanned the large but featureless yard before me, then tap on the fence lightly three times and keep watch while Douglas struggles over. The house seemed so much bigger from the back yard, it slightly scared me but I have faced houses that breathed fire earlier so I can face this one. Just like with the last house, we came to the back door the same and I knocked without response. The entire yard was fenced in so I just stood and took a step back, then kicked hard on the door right below the nob, swinging it open to a dark and reverberating mud room. We quickly stepped inside and closed the door, then I led the way through the room and into the kitchen, which lay in chaos with pans, dishes, and silverware tossed about on the floor. Blood had been spilled, only enough to suggest a scuffle but didn't matter anyway. I moved on through the rest of the house quietly and pausing to listen for any movement or vocalizations. The whole house, although a complete mess, was clear of any zombies and bodies. Eventually after a more thorough search, where we found some...questionable things, we settled down in an upstairs living room, furnished with the most comfortable couches and chairs I've ever laid my head on. Within seconds of taking off our backpacks and equipment and dropping on the cushions we were in a deep sleep. I didn't even bother covering the windows, we wouldn't use a light anyway...
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AdventureWhen there's a threat that involves his friends and family dying, Mitchell is going to do almost anything within his power to ensure their safety. He doesn't attempt to survive in a world of zombies, but rather works to protect his loved ones. His g...
