Zombie Story

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Eleven: Zombies (Day Four)

Author Note: I hope ur enjoying Arizona homie

You would expect it, the snarls and moans of the zombies below me is what woke me up.

Even from the safety of vent, I had an unreasonable fear that at any moment a hand would grab my leg and drag me down the darkness of the vent. In other words, no, I did not sleep well. Fetch. When was the last time I had a good night sleep?

Regardless, little sleep is better than no sleep. I couldn't stay in the vent forever. I reopened the vent that I had previously closed to sleep. From there I stuck my feet out, holding on the ledge of the vent for support. I didn't want to drop down to heavily on the vent. As much as I wanted to leap down and sprint outside into fresh air, I couldn't let myself be reckless. I held onto the vent while dropping my feet down, and landing down with minimal noise. I picked up the bag that I had left along with my gun. The bag was generally light, but the weight felt comforting. It was familiar at the very least.

The footsteps and shuffles below me reminded me that I didn't have all day. How long would it be before I attracted more zombies. I was high enough and covered in enough zombie residue, from all the undead that I had killed, that I hadn't attracted any unwanted zombie attention yet. Yet. It wouldn't be too long before they noticed me. But with no ammo on me, I didnt have a chance on making it to the exit untouched.

If I had a loaded gun or even a dagger, I would have attempted to kill a zombie and cover myself with whatever was inside. That way, I could smell as dead as them and try to blend in. That wasn't an option now though. Who knows if it even would have worked. I guess today is not the day to find out. I needed a distraction. Something that would clear the zombies away.

I examined the shelf I was on. I was in the camping and hiking section. Boxes of tents surrounded me. Perfect.

I wasted no time in tearing the packages open. The tents themselves and the boxes they came in were useless to me. I was looking for the tent anchors. The ones you had to stab into the earth to hold the tents down. They were solid metal and they were heavy. They'd be perfect. I opened boxes and collected the anchors until I had a good twenty beside me.

While this plan would clear the zombies from the exit, it would also attract zombies from all over the store uncomfortably close to me. I would have to be quick. One by one, I tossed most of the anchors as far as I could into the opposite direction. The slow zombies near the exit would be a nuisance since they would still be by the exit by the time I got there, but they were slow. I jumped down from the shelf, the pain I felt in my ankles was instant, but I soon forgot it.

I had an empty gun and a near empty bag. There wasn't anything left to do but run. I was glad that I kept some of the tent anchors, 2 in my waist band, and another 2 in my hands. I flung the first one into one of the snarling monsters that jumped at me and used the other to stop the one behind it. I grabbed the remaining 2 anchors from my waist band, I couldn't just throw these at the zombies, they were my last chance. I'd have to stick to stabbing and slicing at approaching zombies.

I punctured one of the weights into the head of a zombie, the mere second it took me to pull the weight back out was much too close to comfort. I felt hands tear at my back but luckily my bag protected me from the disease infested nails. I sliced through another zombie, I wouldn't have time to retrieve the weight. At this rate, I'd be bare handed by the time I made it out.

I was finally nearing the exit when I spotted a rack of gun ammo. It was better than nothing. I made a sharp swerve to the right and tore the package open. I loaded the ammo into my gun. I didn't bother with throwing the last weight, it would be a much less effective distraction now that I was right on front of the zombies. Instead I stuck it back into my waisyband after barely managing to load my gun.

The feeling of a full gun was relieving despite the grim situation. I shot down the zombies incirling me and raced towards the exit. The gun felt so much more freeing in comparison to the tent weights. I was definitely a long range fighter.

I couldn't even celebrate exiting the store, not with the 10 or 15 zombies chasing after me. What happened to the slow ones? I raced out of the store only to be chased around the perimeter of the store by an outside herd of zombies. The sight would be quite funny if it wasn't life threatening. I ran until I reached the spot where I had parked the car that David stole. But I wasn't expecting to find that car, instead the dark blue BMW called out for me. I desperately tried to open the door. Locked. Of course it was locked. I didn't dare look behind me, instead I shot at the door handle, successfully opening the door. I entered and slammed the door shut right as the mob pounded against the door. None of them seemed to realize they could simply pull the door open after I had blasted the lock. I swear, I'm alive by pure coincidence and luck so far.

I rememebred the tent weights in my waist band. It's tip was thin enough to serve as a screw driver. Using the tent weight, I undid the plastic cover and started pulling at the necessary wires. The pounding on my window was my motivation to waste no time. All those YouTube videos at 2am had come in handy, I successfully hot wired the car. The roar of the engine was possibly one of the best sounds I'd ever heard. I switched the car into reverse and slammed onto the gas, wiping off most of the zombies.

I then set the car back to drive, and continued to slam on the gas. I needed to get out of here. I didn't dare glance at the review mirror until after a few minutes, only once I was out of the parking lot. I was grateful to see that I had left the zombies from the Walmart behind. I was safe now.

What was that salty taste though? I wiped my face with the back of my hand. It was wet. Was I crying? I really thought I was going to die. I almost died. Wow, I almost died. For some strange reason, this thought caused me to laugh. I couldn't stop laughing as tears slid down my face.

"I'm alive."