Breaking Apart

Chapter 2

I wipe my eyes and stand up, the sun has set, I must have fell asleep! I walk out of the double doors, ten or more zombies walk on the lawn. Their moaning makes my ears hurt. I shut the double doors, Great! This is just terrific. I walk into the cafeteria and walk into the cluttered kitchen. I grab knifes and head onto the roof. I stand at the edge, the wind blows through my short hair. I aim carefully, I release the knife. The knife hits the zombie inbetween the eyes, What the... It's as easy as the movies! I aim again and another one falls. For 15 more minutes I repeat. I walk back down into the classroom and grab my bag and the axe. I open the doors, only a few zombies remain. I kick their feet and slash their head as they fall to the ground. I grab the knifes from the dead and I continue down the road. This is going to be easy.

3 Months Later

I sit up, rubbing my eyes, my legs hang over the side of the bed. I stretch and stand up slowly. I place my knives in a backpack, along with a small bottle and a bag of peanuts. My feet ache as I walk house to house, checking for anything. Supplies, medicine, even survivors. It's been 3 months, even though I've gone through the houses before I can never be sure. I continue down the road, feeling cold from the mid day wind. Grunting and growling noises come closer, I look around. Zombies come from the corner, hands out, jaw unlocked. I grab the knife and chuck it, landing square in the temple, it falls. The one next to it comes closer, I reach down and I move hand around in the empty pocket. I react fast and turn to the left, avoiding the zombie. I rush over the corpse and pull the knife, it slides out without a care. I stab the knife into the side of the head, the zombie goes quiet and falls onto my arm. I kneel down and pull my arm out along with the knife. I wipe my hand on my jeans and search their pockets. I pull out keys and cash, it jangles as it hits the gravel. I stand up, sheathing the knives. Bushes move behind me, I turn quickly. A boy steps out, holding a metal baseball bat. "Who are you?!" I ask in a loud tone, he flinches. "Lucy?" He replies, trembling. I stand taller from my crouching position, "Wait, Mitch?" I groan softly, Dang it! I was hoping he was dead! He walks up to me, "Lucy!" He opens his arms to hug me, I push him back. "Get off of me!" I back up, I continue down the road. "So how did you survive?" Mitch follows closely behind, I grip my knives. "Guess you still won't talk." I clench my teeth, I raise a knife to his throat. "You're lucky that I don't see any zombies around. Or I would slit your throat and feed you to them. So shut up if you want to stick with me, got it?" He nods and I remove my knife, placing it back into my pocket. "You know..." I turn to look at him, he shuts his mouth. "I'm just wondering how you got so much supplies." I sigh, I stop and face Mitch. "My sister, she gave them to me." He smiles and looks around. "Your hot sister? Where is she?" I feel my face burn with anger, at Mitch and for the fact that zombies killed her. I punch Mitch in the stomach, I watch as he drops to the ground. "What was that for?!" He clenches his stomach and stands up, I make a quiet growl. "Did she...?" I turn to Mitch, "How about we just head back to my place, not finding anything anyway." He holds out his arm, hoping I'll grab it. I pass by him, purposefully hitting him. He follows closely behind, "Do you have food?" I turn to Mitch, continuing to walk forward. His stomach grumbles loudly, I reach in my bag and grab a granola bar. I throw it to him, he opens the wrapper and gobbles it down. "So you know I ration food and water, helpful hint." I hear him gulp, That's probably why he didn't have food, he wasn't rationing. I open the door to my house, I let it close behind me. He opens it and walks in, I sigh and lock the door behind him. "Wow, small place." He touches the TV, I hit his hand. He walks through each room, I follow closely untrusting. "He looks into Aliza's room and I hit him in the back of the head. He rubs his head and backs up, I shut the door. He looks into my bedroom, I lead him in to the middle of the room. "You will be sleeping here, in the corner over there." I point in the corner opposite of my bed, "Why can't I sleep in one of the other rooms? Or at least on the bed?" I sigh, pulling out blankets from under my bed. "Well I sleep in the bed and my room is the only one without a window, we'll be safer in here." I lay out the blankets, ushering him to lay down. He sits on the makeshift bed, he reaches up his head to kiss me. I find myself moving forward, but I pull away. "I used to like you, but that girl is long gone." I stand up and head into the kitchen, lighting the candles. Mitch follows closely behind, "And you don't have to follow me around like a lost puppy, sit down and read a book or something." He sighs loudly and sits in one of the couches. I pull open doors and grab a can of green beans. I set it aside in the counter, I'm not hungry right now so I'll open it later. I lay on the couch, I look over at Mitch. He stares at me, I roll my eyes and stare at the ceiling, bored. I grab my bag, "I'm heading out into the woods to hunt, wanna come? But you have to promise to be quiet!" He nods and grabs his baseball bat, I open the door and shut it behind me. "Come on, it's this way..." I bump into Mitch, he stares into the distance. "What is it." He points to a huge group over zombies coming closer, only a few houses down. My eyes widen and I run inside, "What are you doing?" He screams softly, I come bag out with my bag full of food, water, medicine. I hand him a bag, "Here help me!" I lead him inside where it contains more food and medicine. We load up and exit through the back door, "Follow me!" I whisper, Mitch nods and follows running. We head into the road, running as fast as we can. I look behind me, they draw near and I can tell they see us. We run faster, I feel my heart accelerate with adrenaline. "The woods!" Mitch points to the trees, I nod and we climb up the closest trees. I can hear the moaning grow closer, Mitch starts to whimper. I climb faster, giving him room to climb beneath me. I find a sturdy branch and sit down, panting hard. I cover my mouth as I see zombies coming to the tree, I reach over and cover Mitch's mouth. He bats my hand and uses his own hand, I wipe my hand on my jeans. I look up at the sky, it's the color of orange and pink. I smile and think of Aliza, I feel tears run down my tears. "Aliza why did you have to leave me?" I whisper, a hand rests on my shoulder. I look over to Mitch, I hug him tightly. "It's okay." I feel him stroke my hair, the tears drop faster. I cover my mouth to hide my quiet sobs, Aliza I miss you so much...

My eyes open fast, I look around. I look down at Mitch's arms wrapped around my waist, I move around and his arms come loose. I think back to the night before, Mitch's comforting words and his kindness to me. I start to climb down, Mitch groans and looks down at me. "They all gone?" I nod, continuing down the tree. I feel the grass hit my shoes and I look around, "Here we didn't need to leave, we can head back." He shakes his head, "That house is too open, to be honest I think we should move on. From the looks of it we need to find more supplies, these will only last a little bit." I nod, I feel myself annoyed. "Well then where should we go?" He shrugs, "What about the city? Or what about the next town over. Heck even another state, I don't know." He hangs his head, his hands grip the backpack straps. "The city's a bust but maybe if we passed through the city, the next town over might be better supplies wise. But the problem is the next town over is like 30-something miles away, and it's bigger so more zombies." He looks in the direction of the city, he nods slowly. "It's a risk I think we should take."