Zombie's (book 1 of 3)

the journey's neverending

two days ago i yelled at Thimble, two days of continuous walking. My legs have gone numb and i'm dizzy from sleep deprivation. The others still follow me. We are so close to finding the voice. I can sense it. Two more hours, that's all two more hours. The road up ahead starts to get blurry, i rub my eyes. I must stay awake.

"Winter... We need to rest. It's been two days. You must be tired, we all are. this is madness. If the walkers lash out anytime soon, we won't be able to hold our ground. Please we must stop. we need to stop." Thimble pleads to me as we walk.

two more hours... I can rest for a while right?

"Fine, the nearest house or form of shelter we will stop."

" clear the house you mean, right?"

I nod my head in agreement.

five miles up the road we enter small town. I have no idea what the name is, no sign in view. We walk into the beaten up, run down town. Trash and fallen buildings haunt the dead streets. Signs of warning watch us, turn back they say. This is practically suicide. An well aware that it is extremely unsafe to make camp in town. Unless it is a camp site for survivors. Even then it is a risk. Its all We have at the moment though. It's the least I can do for my group. Let them rest.

A mile and a half I spot a blue house. Badly blue. But still blue. The Windows are framed in white. A cute little torn down white picket fence stands lazily at attention. Slowing to a stop I face it. Kane stares at me,curiosity cleans in his eyes. His hand nervously twitches. I stare straight ahead. I sense nothing. Quite odd. However standing out in the open isn't helping the silence anyway. I turn my head slightly to my three followers. "Clear the house... Now." Kane stars at me. I don't move a muscle. I sense that he knows... Or, for lack of a better word, suspects that something is up with me. To be quite honest. Indeed there is something up with me. However, he won't get it out of me. Its my secret, not his. My mission not his and I am determined to keep it that way. Unless I am told otherwise by my voice or who ever this thing is that keeps talking to me. " I said clear the house. I'm going to help. Trust me. I can clear the house, no need to look all weird at me like I can't do anything."

"Fine. You just look... Frazzled that's all winter. You look on edge again. Come on let's go clear the house, were all tired and could use the sleep." Kane nudges past me. My stomach drops as he walks. I feel abandoned suddenly. Still I walk to the rocketry old pourch with the others. Reaching the door I pull out my pistol and walk in the front door. When it hits me... Pain... Everlasting pain they swarms my brain. What it this? Then it focuses...