The Undead Ruined Me

Chapter 8

At least three hours have passed since I have found the car, this wonderful car. The exterior of the car is nothing special really, it's a dust covered red, I don't recognise the brand, Honda maybe? I had to snap off the antenna off and make a hook to pull the lock up, and that took time and patience; two things that I have never been good at managing. I didn't even know if it would work, I saw it on a TV show once. It seems that a lot of my decisions have been based of movies and TV shows lately, but it worked, I'm not complaining.

The interior is also nothing special, but damn is it the most comfortable thing I have sat in for a long time. Walking for five hours straight with only a few short breaks in between, really takes a lot out of you.

I've already slept for a few hours, by looking at the sun, it looks like it's around 6:00 am. When I lift my head and rub my eyes to wake back into reality I check the glove box. To my surprise it isn't locked. The glove box contains a half eaten packet of gum, a few old Metalica albums-good choice car owner- cough drops and a screwdriver. Holy crap!

And I didn't think this night couldn't get even more emotionally confusing, am I happy, sad or angry? Happy, because I found a blanket a car and a screwdriver, sad, because all of my family is dead and I'm by myself in this damned world. And angry, because I keep going over the whole situation in my head, it is so stupid!

No one in human history would do what I did! Yelling and screaming at the only person who could help me at the time, the only person offering safety, my only sister in this world, so young and fragile, and I just left them to die. I think it was just my rush of rage and adrenaline mixing together to create a screaming, stupid, terrible disaster. If I could take away one thing about my personality it would be my impulse decision making and replace it with logical thinking.

Just call me Frankenstein.

I want to eat the cough drops so bad but I might need them later, you know in case I get sick or actually have a cough. They aren't a meal but they're the closest thing I have to food right now and man am I starving! Instead I open one small piece of gum out of its wrapper and start to chew it. It tastes kind of stale at first, crumbling into small pieces, invading my mouth but hey, if it ties me over for another hour, I'm good.

I jump the centre console and find myself in the back seat. I look under the two front seats for anything interesting, nothing. I look under the back seat, still nothing. Then I peek over the back seat and in the boot there is a large brown box with peeled tape along each side. I open the box slowly, not knowing what to expect. Out of everything I could have found in this car, I found camping gear, maybe luck doesn't hate me after all. I lift the box over the seat and into the back with me and I start to dig through the contents.

There are three tins of canned food- baked beans, whole baby beetroot, corn spears- two bottles of spring water, unopened, a torch, with four spare batteries and to my surprise, a back pack. I have no idea what these people were thinking, these items would help nothing when all put together, but I have to silently thank them, this box could possibly save my life. It's pretty cool to have three of the things on my hypothetical list of survival be crossed off within a few hours; it makes me feel like I've done something right, for once.

I take out my chewing gum and hold the warm, sticky substance in between my fingers while I open and guzzle a full bottle of water.

I needed it, I had to drink it. Yes, the whole thing.

As I begin to compile all of the contents from the box into the black camping bag, I stop and think, what if they need this stuff? They might have this in here for a reason. I have to block these thoughts out of my mind. I found them, they're mine now. When I finish placing everything that I have found into the bag I zip it up and throw it over my shoulders and onto my back. The straps are adjusted perfectly for my size, which makes me feel a little less guilty for taking it, like it was meant for me. I start to begin my journey again placing one foot in front of the other and that's when I hear it; the grumbling of an engine behind me.