Zombies Happened

Chapter 11

"Can I drive?" Matt asked as Stacy headed toward a closet on the second floor.

Stacy paused, turning to him with a skeptical look. "Why do you want to drive?"

"I’ve seen your jeep in action. It’s impressive," Matt said, following her into the room. As he stepped inside, he was struck dumb by the sight before him. The room was a treasure trove of weaponry. Knives lined one wall, while another was filled with cabinets holding an array of guns. Matt's jaw dropped.

Stacy glanced at him, sensing his confusion. "I’m a bit of a zombie enthusiast. When I turned eighteen, I spent all my free time at the shooting range, got licenses for almost every weapon I could, and collected these. Some were gifts from friends who thought it was just a hobby."

Matt stared at her, bewildered. "Well, go ahead, pick something," Stacy urged, her tone brisk. "We don’t have all night."

Matt shook off his amazement and began examining the weapons. He picked up a Beretta PX4, feeling its weight. He’d been to the range a few times but didn’t know much about guns.

"That’s a semi-automatic. If you’re comfortable with it, you might want to grab another one," Stacy suggested. She had expected him to choose something more typical like an AK-47. "They’re light and won’t hinder your movement."

Matt nodded, impressed. "I like it. It’s not too heavy, so it won’t slow me down." He walked over to the knife wall and picked up a ten-inch hand axe.

"Ready?" Stacy asked as she headed downstairs, tossing her keys to Matt. "That’s my baby, so if you scratch her, you’ll need to find another place to stay. Got it?"

"Yes, ma’am!" Matt replied excitedly.

They jumped into the jeep, and Matt drove towards the gate. Stacy kept a vigilant eye out for zombies as she pressed the button to open the gate. The hill’s steepness had kept most of them away for now.

"I’m trying to reach my dad. He can’t just vanish," Stacy said, her voice trembling with worry. The thought of losing him was unbearable. Her dad had always been her rock, supporting her through her wildest ideas.

As she dialed, the ringing stopped, replaced by heavy breathing. "Dad!" Stacy’s heart raced as she heard shuffling and muted groans. Her father’s voice, strained and desperate, crackled through the phone. "Stace, I’m trapped in a house at the end of our street, by the corner store. They’re everywhere. I hate to ask, but please help me."

Fear surged through Stacy. "I’m coming, Dad. Just hold on and stay alive."

"Matt, we need to move fast. Go straight ahead, turn left at the third light, and head to the gas station there. My dad’s in trouble!"

Matt could hear the urgency in her voice. He pressed the gas pedal, and the jeep accelerated like a bat out of hell. They arrived at the gas station in record time. Stacy’s dad stayed on the line, providing comfort for both of them.

Without waiting for the jeep to come to a complete stop, Stacy leaped out and surveyed the houses near the gas station. Her eyes locked on a green house surrounded by zombies. There were at least fifty of them, and they were closing in on the house.

She signaled for Matt to follow. "We need a plan. There are too many zombies at the front. We can’t just charge in."

"What about the back door? There are fewer zombies there. It looks like your dad might have gone in that way," Matt suggested.

They cautiously made their way around the gas station, avoiding the space between it and the house. They stopped behind a cluster of trees to assess their approach.

"Look," Matt whispered, pointing to a window on the top floor of the adjacent house. "The houses are close enough that we might be able to reach your dad from here. The windows line up. Let’s go."

They crept to the back door of the other house, slipping inside and quickly ascending the stairs. The house was in disarray, but they had no time to explore.

"Find a way to connect with the window across from us," Stacy instructed into her phone.

Her dad responded, "I’ve opened the window. I’m ready."

Matt rushed to the basement and found a long ladder. He carefully positioned it against the window and extended it, trying to minimize noise. As the ladder reached the opposite window, Stacy’s dad grabbed it, stabilizing it on both windowsills.

He began to climb, but just as he was making progress, a hand reached up from below and grabbed his ankle.
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