6 MONTHS AGO
The sky was so dark without any city lights. It made the stars and the sunrise so beautiful. That was one of the better things about being out here. Not that that there were many good things to count. I sat in the front seat of an old Sudan with a sun roof. I had the seat laid back, a cigarette in my mouth. I stared out into the dark red sky as I pulled my lighter out of my pocket, lighting my cigarette. I took a long drag, watching as the smoke dissipated. I hummed to myself quietly. It had been a month since I talked to anyone, some times I catch myself talking just to remind myself my voice still works. I had a few cassettes I liked to play, hearing other voices is nice, even if they are just in song form.
I looked out the window, watching as the sun began to peak over the horizon. I had to go find food today. It had been a 6 since I had eaten, even longer since I got a good nights sleep. I needed something today, I was running on fumes.
I made my way out of the car, leaving the door open so the sound doesn't draw any of the dead.
I pulled my bag onto my shoulders, taking a deep breath. I stared up at the stares, smiling to myself for a second. I heard the sounds of walkers nearby, and took off, keeping a steady pace as I made my way towards a town I found nearby.
The population sign gave me hope there would be at least a couple convenience stores that weren't completely picked over.
The tree line disappeared behind me as the houses in front of me began to block the sun. There was a library, a bank. I started down a a promising looking street, picking off walkers with my knife as I went. I got lucky there wasn't a crowd of them.
I started toward a convenience store sign in the distance when something caught my eye. A figure moved behind a dumpster next to an old church, and I squinted my eyes, trying to get a better look, pulling my gun out of my waistband.
Suddenly, an engine revved behind me, and a loud bang went off, followed by the sound of a bullet ricocheting off the ground right next to me. I gasped, taking off as fast as I could in front of me.
The sound of the engine was loud, but my heaving breath was all that filled my ears. My shoes slapped across the pavement, legs moving faster than my body could carry me, gun in one hand, long knife in the other. I wanted to look back, but I didn't have the time.
I swear I felt the heat of the car on my back, and I took a sharp right, dipping between two houses.
My stomach sank as I heard the sound of car comings screeching halt, and I knew I had to hide. Now. I saw a small White House up ahead, and knew that was my only option.
My shoulder grazed the siding as I sped around the corner, my feet stumbled and I slid, landing on my hands and knees. I pushed myself up as quickly as I could, and rammed my way through the door, not caring what was on the other side. Couldn't be worse than what's out here.
I landed hard on the linoleum flooring, quickly aiming my gun into the dark rooms ahead, in case of any of the dead were in here. I got lucky, they would have been on me by now if their were any still in the house. Frantically searching for a place to hide, I found a door that opened to a flight of stairs going down into a cellar looking basement. I made my descent down, dark and a good place to hide. I quickly fished my flashlight out of my pack, doing a quick check over for the dead. there were a bunch of boxes, labeled with 'photographs' and 'baby clothes' along with old kitchen furniture. I was looking for a cellar door out when suddenly I heard noise above me. I gasped, clicking off my flashlight.
"Are you sure you saw her come in here?" A voice spoke, Blake's voice.
I should have known. I came across Blake's group a few weeks ago. Wrong place wrong time situation. I got away then with little confrontation. Let's see if I can do it again. I've heard about them from others I've ran into on the road, and knew I was in trouble when I finally put a face to the name.
