Though I was out of the city, I could still see a lot of people fighting for their lives. But not everyone seemed as lucky as I was. If it was going to continue this way, I thought, then soon I would also get killed. I was no good shooter and I had no idea whom I could rely on to fight these things.
I knew a man whom I had once met in my college days. He was a good shooter and was quite gangster-like too. I was sure he would probably be having some guns and still fighting the zombies. If I team up with him, my chances of survival could increase drastically.
I couldn't remember his name, but I did remember where he lived. His place was, luckily, in the direction in which I was headed. I decided that my next stop would be this guy's place only. So, I got into my car again.
I drove for about 15 minutes more and reached his place. The place was eerier than I had thought now. There was complete silence. The trees had totally dried up, yet there were leaves flying around in the evening wind. This guy himself was scary, so I suppose he liked to live in a place that was as scary as he was.
Readying my gun, I stepped out of my car. The scene looked so much similar to a video game. But this was real life. If I die here, then its game over. I looked around to make sure there were no zombies. The place seemed safe. I reached up the guy's door and knocked on it hard. There was no reply at first. Then I heard footsteps. And the good thing was that they came from inside the house, not from behind me. But, just to be on the safe side, I kept my gun ready.
I heard the door's latch open. Slowly, a head peeked out of the door. If it was a zombie, it wouldn't really have checked who it is before attacking. Which meant that this person was still living.
'What do you want?' He asked.
'It's me, Nicholas. I met you about 5 years ago when I was in college. You probably don't remember me. But it doesn't matter right now. I want help.'
'What's the problem?'
'You'd probably think I'm mad, but there are...things out there. Things who are dead but still walking around and ...eating people.'
'Doing what? You must be dreaming, kid. Anyhow, come in.'
'I'll explain. I really need help. That's why I'm standing in front of you with a freaking gun in my hand.' I went inside and sat down, totally scared.
'So what were you saying? Dead people eating living things? You mean, like, zombies?'
'Exactly. Zombies. I thought you were a good shooter and might be able to help me fight them. I know it sounds crazy. But do I look like I'm lying right now?' I had been talking with a very serious tone all along. I hoped he would believe me. He thought for a moment, then said, 'Ok. I still don't believe you, but you look scared out of your pants about whatever you have seen. I might as well help you. Wait here.'
He went to somewhere in his house. I could hear metal clinging for a long time. He came out with a bag.
'Come on. Let's go.'
I picked up my gun and started walking behind him. I couldn't believe it. It had been so easy. I really thought I would never be able to convince him for such a crazy thing. But he seemed like a generous man.
It was quite obvious that there were guns in the bag. But so many of them? It seemed really weird. But I had got what I wanted. Finally, I had a professional shooter with me. Even though he didn't believe, I knew he soon would. It seemed as if I had found a friend at last.
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The Zombie Apocalypse
General FictionAs Nicholas Andrew finds out that the people he knew are not living anymore, he tries to draw help from previous acquaintances to escape the sudden breakout of a virus that does not kill you, but makes you a killer.