Zombie Story

Chapter Three

Chapter Three- Zachie (Day One)

I could feel Zach's eyes staring into me from the review mirror. If looks could kill, I'd be more dead than the crazed man he had killed. I'm sure he wanted to kill me too. The air was thick with tension. It seemed so quiet without Ethan's laughter and Zack's remarks. What could they be thinking right now?

It was almost as if Ethan sensed my discomfort because he turned around in his seat and flashed me a nervous smile before speaking, "Hey. It's going to be okay Josie. Sorry to freak you out earlier."

Despite his effort to keep his voice even, he couldn't hide the tremble. He was terrified.

"Of course you'll be okay," I reassured him in response. I had to believe it. Atlanta could save him. It could save everyone.

Zach was noticeably silent, he seemed to be biting his tongue in order to not say anything that he would regret. Still, the hand that he had on the wheel was almost white because of how tightly he was holding onto it.

We only had just pulled onto the main highway when a blue truck swerved in front of us, blocking our paths. A smaller dark blue car with a black stripe down its side parked behind it.

I turned to Zach and Ethan, "Other surviors." I stated the obvious.

I was surprised to see how hard their faces were. Zach didn't bother turning to face me, "The Blue Moon Gang. More like savages than survivors." He didn't say much else but rather reached for his gun, but even he seemed to notice we were gravely out numbered.

A man stepped out of the truck, leaving another 3 or 4 men inside. He had graying hair and a beard but it spoke nothing on his age, he had a strong frame and scarred face. The man pulled the driver door open almost tearing it off.

Ethan's eyes widened and he turned back to me, "Stay down Josie. We'll handle this, okay?"

I silently nodded but his whisperes caught the man's attention. "What's wrong with him...he looks pale." He pointed towards Ethan with his gun.

Zach raised his hands in defense, "Nothing is wrong with him sergeant he's scared straight is all. "

Ethan subconsciously attempted to hide his wound with his other hand but it was too late.

Before I could even scream, he was shot dead. His head, or what was left of it, slumped down. If there was ever any good left in this world, it certainly left with Ethan.

Zach stared in disbelief not quite processing what just happened. My gasp brought his attention to me and his eyes hardened. He pointed to me accusingly and looked at me almost as if to say this is your fault. "Take the girl. Take her."

The sergeant laughed, it clearly wasn't because he thought anything was funny, "I don't like cowards. Or blondes." he cocked the gun at Zach, ending his own grief there.

I suppose without the context Zach looked like a coward to the sergeant, he couldn't have known Zach just wanted nothing to do with me after having his best friend killed. And him now too.

The sound of the sergeant tapping his gun against the car redirected my attention from the boys back to him. Cold, pale green eyes stared back at me emotionless, "I hate to say it but blondie had a point, we're takeing you. Get out the car, little lady. Unless you want to end up like your two boyfriends here. "

I hesitated before opening the remaining door in the backseat and stepping out. The man gruffly grabbed my arm and examined me, "No bites like your boyfriend huh? Now stop looking so scared, don't forget, I don't like cowards."