Que Sera Sera (Whatever Will Be Will Be)

The Scratch

Dave screams as he feels a grip on his leg. He's being pulled back. He hisses in pain when he feels cool glass digging into his chest. He's had worse cuts before from mishaps with fighting against Bro due to either one of them being too tired or Bro coming home drunk on the rare occasions that he let the alcohol get to his head. Even more scarce are words of comfort and apologies, but Dave knows his brother means well. Yet there are no words of comfort or apologies when a soulless corpse is digging their nails into your flesh.

Dave tries kicking the body from hell away. Hes able to push up on the wall slightly to pull himself away from the bastard but gets pulled back again with the same force. The glass keeps cutting into him but he manages to kick the zombie away.

Dave pushes himself out the window, being careful of the sharp glass, and high tails it across the grass of campus. He looks back for a moment to see Mr. Let Me Eat Your Flesh has vanished back into the school. That's everything he needs to know he's safe, if only for a moment. At least he doesn't have to deal with the zombie anymore. He takes a deep breath and continues to run. He's careful though, always making sure of his surroundings. He doesn't see any other decrepit bodies in sight. He has to have a game plan though.

He deicides his best bet it to go to the first side of the main road and go that route. He knows the back roads after he hits a certain spot. So Dave goes across the parking lot to get to the main road. He can't believe how many vehicles are still here. He passes by one car though, is doors are open and he can see the mangled corpse of what he believes was one of his fellow classmates. He couldn't stop and hang around, looking further though. If the poor girl got attacked here that means there can still be someone here whose hunger for pink flesh is still not satisfied.

He finally gets to the main road and rushes over into the forest. He doesn't know which would be a safer bet though. In the forest he'd have more coverage but the noise from sticks and left over dead leaves from the ending winter crushing under shoes may not be so benefiting. The roads would be for quicker and quiter access but on the other hand he'd be more noticeable and out in the open. He just needed to hurry as his chest was aching wiyh pain. He hasn't even looked down to survey the damage, and he wished he had not.

There was a deep gash on his chest that had a zig-zag formation. He actually wasn't to worried about the amount of blood he was losing, he was too worried about his stupid shirt.

"Damn thing split my fucking shirt. This was one of my favorites to."

He need to get somewhere fast though. Even through his stupidity about worrying mainly on his shirt he knew he was losing a lot of blood. Maybe this was a lot worse than getting nicked by his Bro's sword and he didn't notice it at the time.

He rethinks what possibilities and out comes the ways if traveling may have and decides that the roads were better as they were quicker and he needed to get home as fast as he could.

There are many cars abandoned on the roads. He guesses when one person decides to flee the others are screwed because they can't be around. Like he said before, its a flight or fight situation. He wonders how long this outbreak has been going on as he ducks and dives between the cars. It had to be just starting here. But he soon remembers watching the news right before he had to go to school in the few spare minutes he had before his bus came one morning last week. The newscasters had been talking about a new out break of disease. He couldn't quite pinpoint the exact name that they had called it. He thinks it was called Eblanc, or Ebola, something along those lines.