Rise of the Dead (The Zombie Apocalypse)

Chapter 3

As we cross through the river and begin trekking effortlessly through the mud-filled forest, we come to a vast space. In the centre of the dead, overgrown grass is a large village that I know as 'Hurst', but it looks different. It is surrounded by metal walls, protecting it from the horrors of the outside world. Smoke arose from the roofless hideout. I instantly notice a military plane flying away, seeming to have flown directly over Hurst. I begin to smell fire and realise that the military just destroyed our last chance of survival. It doesn't make any sense, the military are supposed to help the living society, yet so far they haven't done anything. That plane is the first sign I've seen of them since the incident occurred. Thomas grabs my shoulder and shakes me gently to awaken me from my thoughts.
"We can return later to... to search the village houses for any items that we... we may be able to use to... to help us." I speak slowly and stutter, clearly still in shock.
Realising that we have to return home for Cathy, as she's alone, I force myself to move even though I'd much rather not. We depart for home and as it's morning, we presume we won't arrive until nightfall.

I used to be taken care of. I used to feel safe and secure no matter where I was. Perhaps because I always had so many close friends. I haven't seen many of them since before the apocalypse. For all I know, they could be wandering the city alone; scared; lost. The friends that I have seen, and been fortunate enough to find, seem to be vanishing one by one. These thoughts constantly haunt my mind. It all feels like a dream, only I know that I'm not waking up.