I wake up. I look to my right. Kyle is driving. The wolf is curled up on my lap. It's late in the day. Kyle pulls into the mall parking lot. I rub my eyes. Kyle pulls into a space. I get out. Jake and Alex stand by the front doors.
"What took so long? We thought you were dead!" Alex says.
"A few things happened. The road I was driving on was blocked for miles by cars," I say.
Kyle walks over to us. Jake and Alex look at him.
"Who is this?" Jake asks.
"Someone who helped me out. Don't mind the wolf," I say.
"Jade, you need to see this!" Serena calls out.
We walk over. She has the trucks back door opened. It is stocked with food and cases of water. It must have never gotten unloaded. Mia walks outside. She is amazed at how much is inside the truck.
"Where do you find all this stuff?" she asks.
"It was all in the truck. We were just lucky to end up taking the truck with us," I say.
"What about guns, ammo?" she asks. I hand her the duffel bag.
"There was more...we would've taken it if zombies weren't breathing down our necks," I say.
"I want that truck unloaded. I don't want all of these supplies sitting here,"
"That could take several hours," I say.
"Then get started."
"Are you at least going to get others to help?" I ask.
"I'll get a few people," I open the truck door.
I grab a case of water. Jake pushes a cart over to me. I put the water in the basket. After we fill up, Jake brings it inside. A few hours pass and half the truck is unloaded.
I climb in. I slide another case of water to the door. I climb over a couple pallets. A hand grabs my leg. I look down to see a red eyed zombie. It pulls my leg. I fall. I kick it in the face.
"Jade!" Kyle yells.
"I need help!" I yell.
I kick the zombie again. Kyle climbs over the pallets. He pulls out a knife. He stabs the zombie in the head.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
"Yeah, I just wasn't expecting that," I say.
We finish unloading the truck. I head inside. The bloodstains from the attack still cling to the floor. No matter how hard anyone washes it it will still be there. It will be a haunting reminder of the
suffering that took place here.
I walk into the bookstore that is now our room. Karla is sitting at the desk. She is looking at a map.
"I'm going to check out the kidnappers base tomorrow. Your welcome to come along," she says.
"Are you serious? You're sure you won't get caught?" I ask.
"I know that place better than anyone else. I won't get caught. If you want to join me, that's fine. I'd actually prefer that. The only thing is I'm leaving really early in the morning," she says.
"Sure, I'll go with you," I say.
I put my bag down. I eat a can of soup. I lay down. Tomorrow we might be able to get at least one person out of the base. I fall asleep.
I wake up right before the sunrises.
"Are you ready?" Karla asks.
"Yeah," I say. Karla steps outside. I walk with her.
"How far do we have to walk?" I ask.
YOU ARE READING
The Dead Walk Among Us
Science FictionIt's been ten years since the fall of humanity. I was only ten years old when the zombies took over. The military told us to flee underground, explaining that it was safer. The zombies are smart, too smart. They can learn to hide themselves. Some of...
