Dead Love...(1D Zombie Apacolypse World War III)

Chapter 3: Hiding

It was your worst fears brought to life.

They were nothing like your typical Zombies.

They were worse.

I pushed past the people who had savagely turned on each other, and when they saw fresh meat under their noses (me) they immediately gave chase.

I glanced behind my shoulder and screamed. I pressed on faster, and they slowed. They let out cries of exasperation and anger as their movements became slow and jerky. Some fell to the ground and crawled.

I did not once let my max speed falter. I hurtled over fences and threw down barricades in alleys.

I could still hear the moaning and groaning, the unintelligible slurs of threats growling from the pits of their chests, but they grew fainter as I heard angels singing holy praises when I saw my safe house, Mimi and Dand’s home.

I heard a sharp bark, I looked over and my eyes widened.

“Max!” I cried out, his wolfy grin in place as he easily ran at my speed next to me. “W-why are y-you out!” He barked in response and I shook it off, and turned into the drive. I quickly closed the brass gates behind me and barricaded them with the closest lawn equipment I could find. Wheel Barrow, hoe, shovel, bench, chairs, pots, chain, etc.

I scanned over it doubtfully. “This is so not going to hold,” I whispered. Max yipped at me and I looked at him, and even though he is a dog, I saw the silent message exchange there.

Gates or no gates, I’ll protect you!

I lovingly scratched his ears and gave one last hopeful look at the chains and the hoe and shovel thrust through bars, and turned around as the groaning approached. I walked up the stairs, and opened the doors, letting Max in first.

I quietly closed the door behind me and locked it. I walked around the house, turning off all the lights and sat down in the living room. I scanned over Dandi’s seat and picked up a can of Lysol and sprayed it down heavily. I stifled a scream as I watched thousands of black parasites jump off of it and shrivel, and turn to dust as they hit the floor.

I heard a groan echo through out the house, and ice cold terror washed over me as I remembered that Carlos, the house keeper, was still working in the basement.

Horror and absolute revulsion pulsed through my veins as I watched this monstrosity take place, and then the fear of it all set in.

I was alone. I was completely and utterly alone. I had no one. I was probably the only living human for miles.

And I was scared.

And to make matters worse, there was a zombie in my house.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*2 Weeks Later~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I had corralled Carlos into the basement, ignoring his human cries for help. Everyday I would observe him, his sleeping patterns, his condition, and his evolution. That was what terrified me.

He evolved.

They

evolved.

In order to catch prey they adapted to become more cold hearted, viscious, savage, they contained brute strength, their uncoordination strengthened to unreal speed. The human race was eternally screwed.

Carlos was the only one out of all of the zombies that has yet to evolve, and I believe this to be the cause of closed captivation.

Smaller enviroment.