Chronicles Of The Dead

SURVIVAL

CHAPTER 3

I was sitting with John in an alleyway, hidden behind a dumpster.

"What happened to my Dad?" I asked with tears in my eyes. "Why was he attacking Mum?"

John looked at me sadly. He sighed, and then said,

"Look Tom. There's no easy way to say this. It seems like the end of the world as we know it could be approaching."

"What do you mean?"  I cried.

"From what I can tell, we appear to be entering a zombie apocalypse. Last night, I was walking back to my house from the bar. It was late, probably around midnight. I was surprised then to see so many people on the streets, just shuffling about. It was very dark. One of them walked up to me, and groaned. I asked it what the matter was, and it stepped forward into the light of a street lamp... I could tell he was dead straight away. How could he not be? His stomach was split right open, and his entrails were dragging along the ground behind him. His eyes were lifeless, and his mouth and lips were stained with blood. He made a lunge for me, and I hit at him with my stick. He stumbled under the blow, and fell backwards onto a gatepost. It impaled him through his chest, and he just slid down the wood. I thought I had finished the bugger off, but he just groaned and started to wave his arms about helplessly. When I looked around, I saw his shouts had attracted more of them. I ran inside to fetch my shotgun, and when I ran back onto the street, I saw one of them attacking you. I had no idea it was your father... He was so deformed it was impossible for me to tell. I'm sorry."

I sat there for a moment, silent. When I looked back at John, tears were streaming down my face.

"My Mum and Dad... They're gone."

John put an arm around me, trying to comfort me. Suddenly, a figure appeared silhouetted in the darkness. 

"Quickly boy," whispered John, leaping up. "Get in the dumpster!"

I leapt to the dumpster and quickly pulled open the lid. I threw myself inside, and landed on something hard. When I removed the object from the small of my back to inspect it, I saw it was a crowbar. I clenched it tightly in my hands. All I could hear was me breathing and the sound of John's footsteps as he proceeded down the alleyway to find out who the silhouette was. Suddenly, there was a large shout from John, shortly followed by two sharp gunshots. I curled into a protective ball and wrapped my arms around my head. I could still hear the muffled screams of John, and the sound of tearing flesh. As soon as they had started, the screams were cut off. The only sounds left were the sounds of chewing and grunting. I curled up even tighter, and lay still, crying silently.