New Age

Part 3

Dedicated to floflo18

I steel myself and slip out of Blake's house, knowing that I have to take care of myself now. I have no one left. My parents have already joined the ranks of the undead, my best friend is MIA, hopefully safe with someone and I have no one else I can go to. I have supplies, thankfully, but now I need a safe place to stay. Pretty much anywhere in the residential district is no good. I need a place where no one would have been when the zombies came. Somewhere that is deserted, has a strategic position near supplies and easily defendable.
I heft my backpack and get ready to depart. I've already decided to head to the city, so at least I have a vague plan of where I'm going. That's something, right? Of course, the city could be just as dangerous as safe, but it's a gamble I guess I'm just going to have to take. Hopefully I won't die. Or become one of the undead. I slink through the neighborhood, avoiding the zombies to the best of my abilities. For the most part, the zombies travel in slow moving packs trough the middle of the roads, so it's not all that hard to avoid them. I just stay off the road, but within sight of the road so I can keep an eye on the majority of the zombies in the immediate area, but the zombies can't sense me. Of course, life hates me, so all just cannot stay so hunky dory! I'm creeping along, back pressed to the cold brick of one of the road side houses, trying to ignore the annoying way that the brick catches on the material of my new jacket. The shade of the building cools the air around me, making me shiver slightly as one of the most annoying creatures in the world, a fly, buzzes around my head, occasionally flying into my head like they do. The air is dry and fetid with the stench of rotting meat and filled with the sound of a multitude of carrion flies, including the one buzzing around me, and the calls of scavenger birds. It feels like scene start out of a horror movies, oh wait, my life is a horror movie. The scene is made all the more real when a zombie suddenly pops up from around the corner of the building, making me let out a startled yell and stumble back. It turns is head towards me and appears to sniff the air. For a moment, the close up sight of its dead eyes that are completely bloodshot, pale flesh that clings to its skull with bits missing so that you can actually see the skull and bald patches on the remaining part of its scalp terrify me into shocked stillness. Horror movies and video games got pretty dang close to what a real zombie is like, but they never made there fake zombies nearly as absolutely horrifying, terrifying and just plain disgusting as they actually are. The zombie parts it's cracked lips, exposing it's rapidly yellowing teeth and let's out a muffle roar- groan thing, stretching it's arms out towards me and moving it's hands to clasp my shoulders. I'm ashamed to say that I full out panic as the thing comes for me. I scramble backwards, falling on my ass, and let out a girly shriek. More zombie sounds reach my ears as my antics draw the attention of any zombies anywhere near me. The first zombie stumbles and shuffles over to me while I'm too petrified to even move. All that's going through my useless head is the fact that I'm going to die here. All my careful planning has been in vain. I'll never see if Blake made it to safety. I'm just going to join the ranks of the undead and become a mindless corpse stumbling around in hopes of ending another human life just like my parents. The touch of moist, spongy zombie flesh against my own brings me back to reality. No. I'm not going to die here! I stand up, knocking the zombies hands off me, and reach for my little ax that I strapped onto my back pack for easy access and take a defensive stance before swing the ax at the zombie's face. I've seen enough movies and played enough games to know that with zombies you should always aim for the head. The blade of the ax sinks into the zombies head, the skull promoting little resistance, and cleaves it clean in two. It's disgusting, no longer in use, brains splatter onto the ground and on the wall of the house we are standing next to, painting them a unnatural red. More zombies start rounding the corner and I don't waste a minute. I run like the devil himself is chasing me, which I'm not even sure if that would be worst than my current situation. As soon as I see a path, I make my way onto the top of the house and start traveling that way. Fortunately I'm I'm a neighborhood where the houses are ridiculously close, so I don't have any problem getting from one house to the next. Be thankful for the little things, right? I make sure to head in the direction of the city, which I can see looming on the horizon. It'll take me forever to get there, maybe a few days to make what would be a two hour trip in a car, but it'll give me time to think at least. I had thought I was stronger than that. Made of harder stuff with more mettal. But the first time I was confronted by a real zombie up close, I fell apart. I was helpless like a baby that knows nothing other than to make noise. I'm honestly disappointed in myself. All that's left to do now is to find a safe place to make my made where I can hunker down. And there may not even be any place like that left.

It's been a long while since I've updated, I just haven had much motivation... But a MMGC01 commented and gave me a bunch of motivation! Everyone reading this should also count and make my day! And make me update faster if you actually do enjoy this story. Luv y'all!

ChAn out~