Will They Get Me?

Food truck

Carl's POV

We were desperately trying to open the food truck that had imprisoned mom. Nicole throws herself on the door with the bang of her shoulder. Sara takes out her handgun and starts shooting the door handle, the seam, anything. I just pull on the handles. Sara's bullets graze my fingers, and make them bleed, but I didn't care the pain was tolerable. We didn't know what was in there and I just wanted my mom to be safe, with us.

Maggie shrieks from inside the food truck. Nicole starts to sob desperately against the door as she gives up, sliding to the ground in a crumpled heap. Sara runs out of ammo, and only then do I feel the pain in my fingers. Sara looks around for more ammo, but she couldn't find any on her. She knew it was too late. I feel hot tears running down my face. I look around and see that all three of us are crying.

Sara looks up, her eyes glazed with grief, and looks around.

"We should go the way we were heading." She says. We need to move on. We get up, and start walking, hearts heavy. We look back one more time when something catches Nicole's eye. Her eyes widen and she screeches. All the doors to the food trucks open.

"Zombies!"

We all scramble to the bag with the ammo and guns. We get ready. I glance at Nicole, who's eyes were blazing, and then I look at Sara, who was looking frantically at the zombies. What we hadn't noticed was that the sound of the bullets could've made someone open all the doors.

"There's around 40 I think! If we all take out around 13 we should be good! SHOOT!" Sara yells.

I start shooting as much as I could. I wasn't really aiming, but lots were falling. Eventually, we run out of ammo. I look in the duffeld bag, but we had run out. There was still like 20, and we didn't have any other weapons.

"Carl!" I hear someone yell behind me.

We run to the nearest car, which was thankfully unlocked. We run in. There was lots of dried blood on the seats, and I gag. Sara actually pukes once we get inside and lock the doors. The puke smelled really bad with the smell of blood. We look around the car. It was big, and in the back there wasn't that much blood. We all shut our eyes tightly, waiting for the zombies to come and pound on the doors. Then I see one zombie pounding on the door. It was Maggie the walkers had already got her. I want to just let out all my tears when I see her like this but, I know I can't attract more zombies so I hold it all in. As hard as it was I couldn't break, not now. The sounds of the pounding never came back.

Eventually there was a little knock on the door. We look up and see a face. It was dirty, blood streaked, and looked young. She looked like she was the same age as Sara and Nicole. We cautiously get out.

She was wearing camo pants, a dirty black t-shirt and combat boots. She was holding two long very bloody daggers.

"Hey. I'm Genevieve."