My Living Dead Life (UNDER EDIT)

Chapter 5

 I shake my head, trying to snap out of the daze the impact caused. I look beside me to see the guy slumped over, blood pouring from a gash across his forehead and the seatbelt still holding his waist tight against the seat. I leaned over, unbuckling him. The windshield had been shattered from the impact. I felt the heat and could smell the smoke of the front of our car. My only escape was through the front windshield without being noticed.  

 "Wake up, hey dude. I need you to wake up." I shook him hurriedly. 

 He made a small groan, I tried to ignore it. "Cmon, the truck is on fire."

 His eyes slowly opened, "holy shit, I'm still alive."

 "Yes, but not for long. We have to get out of this truck." I grabbed the two guns from out of the floorboard and started to climb out of the window, the fire of the engine still relatively small. 

I grabbed him by the arm, pulling him through as he tried to push himself through the opening. I heard him mutter a few cuss words because of the sharp glass cutting him up and only then did I realize I was getting cut up too.

 I can't feel it. I'm numb.

 I pushed him over the fire so he wasn't in it long, probably not even getting burned. I rolled quickly as I could through it to not be seen. I grabbed him by his upper arm and ran through the woods. 

 I will not get caught, not yet.

 After running for about 20 minutes, I started slowing down. I could keep going, my body wasn't responding to the tired feeling but my captive was. He was panting heavily and looked as if he was fixing to fall down. At that point I was almost pulling him. 

 "Stop moving for a minute, don't even breathe." I told him, he held his breath.

 I listened carefully. I knew we wouldn't get very far without resources. We need to be close to at least one resource; water. I listened to the sounds of the woods. Birds were chirping, squirrels were playing and crunching the leaves, jumping from tree to tree. I listened more carefully and I heard a soft rushing sound. It was the rushing of a creek or something. 

 "This way, you can breathe again." I told him with a half smirk.

 I didn't run, considering he was probably kind of tired and needed to slow down. I followed the sound of the rushing waters, it got louder with every step we took. Eventually I saw the creek, it was a fairly large creek, with clear water. 

 "Oh thank the gods." I heard him mumble as he trotted over to it, getting down on his knees next to the creek and scooping water with his hands to drink.

 I smiled watching him get excited for a little creek water, making the most of a bad situation is what I'm guessing he's doing. 

 I walked down to the creek and sat next to him. I made sure not to look at any enticing parts of his body, just thinking about it made my eyes flick black for a mere second before switching back to 'normal'.

 I copied his actions and scooped the water with my hands. I drank the water, it was smooth and cold. It tasted better than the water at the facility by a whole hell of a lot.

I looked down at my feet and my clothes. I was wearing a hospital gown and nothing else. This is just great. I need to find some clothes, just where though?

 I walked into the creek looking for something I could use as a weapon. Yes, I know I have two guns with me but they are loud as hell and I don't want to get caught. I look at the different rocks in the bottom of the creek until I saw a mid sized rock with a crack in it. I picked it up out of the water and pulled on each side of the crack, splitting it and I then had two rocks with sharp pointed ends. 

 I walked back next to my captive. I sat the rocks next to me and looked over at him. He looked over at me with not fear but more of curiosity it seemed.

 "I never got your name." I said to him.

 "Dylan."

 "Cool, nice name." I looked away from him and back to the water as the conversation suddenly died, getting awkward.

 "You're Connie right?" Dylan asked.

 "Yep." I replied to him.

 "That's cool, you know you're probably famous now right?" 

 I looked at him puzzled, "how?"

 "Well, for one you're an escaped zombie. For two, you've got me as a hostage." Dylan smirked at me.

 I laughed, "well, that makes sense." 

 It got quiet. I let it stay quiet and just listened to the sounds of the woods. I ponder how I'm going to survive.

 We could search the woods for a cabin, hopefully an empty one, and stay there for a while and get the necessities from there if there are any. Maybe we could find some clothes for me in there, most likely going to be mens clothes but clothes none the less. 

I got up from my spot next to him and walked to the trees, pulling off a good sized branch and sizing it up with on of my pointed rocks. Perfect. I looked down at my gown and saw the string hanging from the side. I pulled on the string to test it sturdiness, then ripped it off my gown. I tied the rock to the branch several times and then double knotting it. I looked at my gown and sighed, there was now a large hole in the side of it showing my side, ass and leg. This is even better.

 "Cmon, we need to start walking." I called to him. 

 Dylan stood up after getting his last drink of water and walked up to me. He stared for a moment when he saw the hole before averting his eyes ahead of him. I smirked, maybe he had a thing for undead creatures.

  We walked for a little while before I noticed what looked like a pathway cut out of the woods. We followed it and I smelled smoke, then seeing the corner of a wooden cabin.

 Looks like we are in luck.