When The Zombies Come

Chapter 3: My Dads Not Dead

My mind was racing and i couldnt think straight. This man says hes my dad but my dad is supposed to be dead. I started to get un steady and sat on the ground. "Not much of a talker are you? It doesn't matter, we need to go...now!" i just looked at him dead in the eyes and said "I'm not going anywhere with you" as i turned and faced the wall. If this man is my dad then why would he show up now, and if hes not my dad why would he say he is. I didn't know what to believe or what to do and i still feel sick from all the bodies. He gave me a weird look but i just kept facing the wall. Then he grabbed me and carried me out the door, im screaming and kicking but he has a tight hold. He told me to be quiet but i just got louder. Suddenly one of the doors busted open and zombies were pouring in. I just looked at him and said, "Fine well run,Lets go!" we rushed through the halls of this building. As soon as we hit outside i told him to watch out and when he looked the other way i darted the opposite way and tried to lose him.

I turned a corner into an alleyway and i thought i was safe. I could hear some clicking noises and groans. My faced turned pale. I turned and started wrestling the zombie to the ground but it was really strong. I could feel its hot breath on my cheek and i felt a heavy feeling on my neck and i went numb. Then i saw the guy who says hes my dad standing over me and the zombie was dead laying on me. I grinned, "thanks."
"why did you run?" i didnt respond.
"Look i know you dont trust me but i am your father and i will do everything i can to protect you"
i considered that this man is constantly telling me hes my father and that maybe he is. But i really didnt care right now all i wanted to do was be back home in my warm, soft, bed. I looked up at this man and pushed the dead one off of me then started walking, he followed closely behind. After about an hour my legs were killing me. I didnt want to walk any more so we stopped at one of the houses in this neighborhood were passing through. I had to wait outside while he searched inside for anything dangerous, after what felt like hours he walked outside and nodded for me to come inside. I walked over towards the door and i ran straight up the stairs towards the bedroom. I flopped down onto the bed and i could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I was scared of being alone in this house with that man, what if he wanted to do something to me, what if he was just going to rob me of my things and take off, but i couldn't resist what my body was telling me, and soon i was fast asleep.

I awoke and it was just the crack of dawn. I reached out to stretch my arms. I looked around and for a few moments i thought i was back home and this was all a dream until i walked out the door into the living room to find the man checking on supplies. I sighed and rolled my eyes. I went up to the bathroom and i found a brush, i combed out the tangles in my hair and put it up into a low bun. I looked at my clothes and they look like I'd been dumpster diving. I frantically searched closets and drawers for spare clothes. I almost lost all hope on getting clean clothes when i found a drawer and it had a clean pair of jeans and a slightly bigger shirt, but i didnt care.

I wanted to know if that man was my dad but i didnt know how to find out. Id never had a dad, never had the pleaseure of him keeping me in check, never had him approve of a guy, he was never there. And if hes been alive then why did my mom say he was dead. Thoughts were buzzing through my head like flies. Then i heard two guys arguing and screaming at eachother, i heard a loud crash and I decided to hide in the closet. I cuddled up in the farthest corner i could find. My breathing was shallow and i was taking as little breaths as possible. I heard footsteps and then it was silent. I had to find out what it was, what if my dads hurt or what if he killed someone, what if were being overrun by zombies right now, i just had to find out. I raced down the stairs and he wasnt there. My heart began to race a little bit, i could feel a bead of sweat start to form on my neck, im alone now. I began searching frantically for him, i checked closets, bedrooms, the basement. I couldnt find him anywhere. I decided to take a look outside, i went to the backyard and saw an empty pool. And inside that empty pool what i saw almost made me want to rip my very own eyes out. I saw my dad laying on the ground with blood gushing out of his neck and head. I crumbled to my knees and began sobbing. I didnt even know this man yet i felt a strong bond to him. Thays when someone grabbed my mouth and put something cold and metal against my neck and i heard a faint voice say "this will be quick and painful...very painful"