Dead and Grey *dark*

Patched Up

The difference between us isn't what we think, it's what we do.

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The rest of the night was spent going through our things. I found two of Dad's handguns, a glock G26 and a High-Point C-9. I tucked the highpoint in the back of my jeans and covered it with the dark red blouse I had just changed into. As always, I layered my jean jacket on top.

I attempted, keyword attempted, to catch some sleep on the couch; but, the flashes of the events from earlier kept me wide awake. The woman I had been living next to most of my life tried to take a chunk out of my face.

She was just the shell of who Beth used to be. An empty vessel.

As the sun starts shining over the houses and into our window I sit up from my stiff position, feeling like my eyes had only been closed for a minute. Looking out of our living room window I see three greys, slumming around in the middle of the street. It takes a second to come to terms once again that they were no longer people. Two of the faces I recognize as some friends of my mom's. Sherry and Michelle. I've known them my whole life, and now they're lifelessly scouring the streets for someone to tear into, like ghosts. Tears begin to well in my eyes as the weight of what's happening before me unfolds, but I fight them off before they threaten to spill onto my cheeks.

I half expected for help to arrive by now. Who would even be showing up? S.W.A.T? Military? Either way, I didn't have time to wait for them. I need to see my parents in front of me, the doubt is too much to bear.

"We should leave soon." Sams slumped figure stands behind me, startling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah. Let's go ahead and grab our stuff. We can go out the back. There's too many out to go through the front." I sigh, knowing the trip to the car was going to be long.

She nods and we grab our bags, adding a few bottles of water on top. She grabs the hatchet Theo gave her yesterday and I grab my knife, both of us ready for anything.

Silently I open the back door.

"You know we're totally in a zombie apocalypse right?" Sam whispers from next to me.

"Yeah... just our luck huh?" I shoot her a small smile that she returns before we creep out of the door. I close it quietly behind us and we begin moving towards the left side of the house, closest to my car. Looking in every possible direction and seeing nothing, I give a hand signal to Sam to follow me as we creep around the house. The same feeling sinks into me as when me and grandpa used to go hunting.

"You can't think of yourself as a hunter. You're a part of the forest. You have to move with the leaves and branches if you wanna stay hidden. You hear me girl?"

His voice echos in my head, a smile lurking on my lips. The smile disappears as soon as I realise that I'm truly not a hunter anymore, but the hunted. The somber feeling brings me back to the harsh reality we're now in.

I dip my head around the corner, seeing my car just ahead. There's a grey on the other side and the other two are out of eyesight. We'd have to go farther up for me to see them. I turn back around the corner and face Sam.

"A little further up. Stay behind me and watch my back. You'll probably have to jump in the back seat." I give a hushed whisper and she nods, understanding. I take a deep breath.

Whatever you do Delia... don't get bit.

I turn the corner and stay crouched as we slowly inch our way towards the front of the house. My footsteps are silent, and Sams tremble lightly behind me. The other greys begin coming into view, closer to our porch than minutes before. It catches me slightly off guard and I duck lower so I'm not seen. I take a quick look back at Sam and we lock eyes for a moment. I drag my finger to my lips and then mouth the words,