The Zombie Apocalypse 2

Chapter 1 - The Recording

"It's the year 2017. 2 years have passed since the breakout. Millions have died. Millions have fought and then died. Thousands became...them.

I'm Nicholas Andrew. I was one of the first ones to fight the zombies. I and a few other people have set up a base in California. If you are hearing this broadcast, then you are in grave danger. I repeat, you are in grave danger. Immediately leave everything and make your way to California. You must reach our base ASAP. If you want to live through the outbreak, immediately reach our base. We will soon broadcast the exact coordinates of our base. If you are lucky enough to have a working GPS, feed these coordinates to your GPS and immediately reach our location. Otherwise, you must first reach California, then make your way to the Kern County Library in California City Boulevard. From there, our allies shall take you to base. Remember, grab any possible weapons you find on your way. Avoiding the zombies has a very low possibility – you must fight your way through them to reach our base. From there, we will try our best to protect you. Now we will broadcast the coordinates of our base." After this, a series of coordinates were repeated thrice. Then the recording repeated itself.

"Do you think this base will be safe?" asked the girl whom we had saved from the gas station.

"Nowhere is safe anymore, Angela. But fighting beside those who have already fought a lot of zombies will help us survive longer. That's it," said the mysterious guy. He was a man of few words. And when he did say something, he chose his words wisely.

"Well, it's better than being stuck in an apartment with no supplies, right? At least they'll have food and water there," I said.

"Well, how are we three supposed to reach there? We don't have weapons. And you heard him say that a fight with zombies is inevitable," said Angela. Angela was extraordinarily tall. She must be about 6'10". Her face was white, but currently seemed black due to the huge amount of mud and dirt splattered on her face. She had golden-brown hair, dark blue eyes, and a perfect nose.

"Don't worry about weapons. There's a weapon shop around the corner. And as far as I know, zombies don't need guns and ammo. So we should get enough supplies from there. All we have to worry about is transport. You can't walk to California; it's like 300 miles away. We need transport. Any ideas, Jason?" This was probably the longest speech the mystery man ever gave. The mystery man hadn't even told us his name. His face was hidden. So was his hair. His hands were the colour of caramel. That was the only exposed part of his body.

"There's a car just across the street. I don't know if it still works or not. But we can try tomorrow morning. I can't even stand up after all the excitement today."

Saving Angela had involved a lot of risk. We had picked up a stone from the pavement to break the glass of the store at the gas station, and just then we saw two zombies approaching from an alley to the left. We had quickly gotten into the store and took whatever we needed, then were about to leave when we heard the weeping of Angela. The zombies were very close by then. But then the mystery man, with his strong arms, broke the doors from where we heard Angela's weeps, took her by the arm and all three of us ran towards our hideout, Angela still in shock. We were able to outrun the zombies and reach safety.

"Well, then it's decided. We all leave tomorrow morning for California, before which we grab a weapon each from the store. Angela, can you fire a gun?"

"You bet I can when zombies are coming at me."

"Atta girl," he said, and then lay down on the floor to sleep. I and Angela followed lead.