The Survival

3~Keep Calm

I slam my pre-made  note on the tattered door just in case Mum is alive. I really hope she is ok. Maybe the bandits took her in. Whatever happened I can't think about that right now. I have an address to find.

The address seems familiar but I don't know where from. I slug my backpack over my shoulder, swishing the map out of the side pocket simultaneously. Brockworth... Brockworth... Ah! There it is. Oh no. It's miles away. Better get going.

The motorway is probably the quickest way to get there but first I have to make my way through all the rusted, abandoned and death-struck cars. Carefully placing the tattered map back in the bag I accidentally tap the side of the gun.

How did I forget! The gun! I pull it out and find its still in the holster. Sliding it over me I made sure it had enough clips just in case. There's 5 bullets, that should be enough. I push the ammo clip back in and hear a click. Then 2. Then 4. Then I was surrounded by clicks.

Ok. Keep calm. Just get on your bike and escape as fast as you can. Furiously zipping my bag up I jump onto my old, luminous orange bike and pedal with all the power I have. But then something pulled the bike. Grabbing onto the wheel. Suddenly a huge splatter of blood was chucked all over me, a creatures hand had grabbed my wheel and followed it around, squishing its ravenous face and alerting every other creature in the area.

How am I supposed to keep calm now? My chain is filled with brain and I can hear the muffled footsteps of the multiple packs, longing for their fresh meal. I have to run. I don't have another choice.