DIERY Of The Dead: War against the Zombies (A Zombie Apocalyptic Novella)

Chapter 8: Maybe Taking A Break Wasn't A Good Idea.

Time seemed to freeze as the creature darted towards me, blood and flesh clinging to its mouth. It's dark nails mere inches from my face.

"Look out!" Dami's warning was enough to break me out of whatever stupor I was and quickly swatted its hands away with the handle of my makeshift weapon. Dodging its attacks I slashed my knife across its vital organs. Eyes, lungs, heart.

The others formed a circle around the creature, taking turns to bash its head in between my jabs as I pushed it towards them. Round and round it went until after a total of five rounds it finally collapsed. Its head is crushed and oozing out black blood.

The creature looked to be a woman in her 40s. Which could mean that she's either one of Vigil's staff or teachers or someone from outside of Vigil. Surprising, considering our top-notch defense systems.

We made our way to the boy who the zombie was eating as if it was dinner. I took a sharp intake of breath. His face skull was split open, contents inside clearly visible. I felt something rise in my throat and closed my eyes. Several of the juniors gagged and Sana was dry heaving. Like us, she too had an empty stomach. The boy was unrecognizable. I quickly searched his pockets for his phone or wallet, doing my best to not look at his torn open stomach and skull. I felt a cold metal, the size of a phone from his left pocket and pulled it out. The screen was completely destroyed. I pressed the power button to turn it on and the screen came alive with colours.

Password it said. A retinal scan was out of the picture, but I hoped against hope as I grabbed his index finger and placed it on the phone, that he had set up a fingerprint password. And viola it opened into his homescreen. It was a picture of the clear blue sky. I opened up the Vigil forums and checked his official ID.

Dex Leblanc. A 1st year at Vigil.

Dami peered in to check from behind my shoulder.

"He's from the Wraith Squadron, isn't he? What's he doing all the way here?" she asked.

"I don't think he can answer that anymore. We'll check with his squad mates later."

Dami nodded.

"Hey Does anyone have a white handkerchief?" Atlan asked.

Dami nodded and pulled out a white handkerchief with black polka dots.

"Um..." I looked at Atlan and she shrugged. "Will do."

I caught Dami's eyes and she made an expression as if to say what's wrong. I pointed to Atlan who covered the boy's face with the polka-dotted handkerchief.

Dami's mouth formed an Oh as she finally realized.

We looked at each other, our expressions grime and quickly fell back in line. This time Dami and I took up the rear.

We silently made our way to the Hydra squadron. Carefully eliminating the zombies we encountered, we reached the entrance of the Hydra. I sensed movement behind me but before I could turn around and shout, a pair of hands covered my mouth. I swung my weapon forward, about to jab them with the handle.

"Easy there Val." At the sound of his voice, I relaxed. Only Ian could pull such stupid pranks. Rolling my eyes, I bit his palm, covering my mouth.

"Ouch. Could you not?" Ian says, violently jerking his hands away from my face and wiping down his palms, on his cargo pants. "Could you not," I say pointing to my mouth.

Dami who had caught on to his prank, made eye contact with Atlan in the front and they signalled the squad to halt. "Why are you here alone?" I asked, glancing around the corners to catch sight of the rest of his squad.