Living the dream

Chapter 3: The way back

My thoughts....all jumbled and everything rushing in like a tsunami crashing into a helpless city, what do I do? Do I get in touch with loved ones? Do I head back home? Do I stay here? No. Wait. If I even want to do any of those things, I have to do one simple thing. Stand. I couldn't feel my legs and I'm pretty sure if I tried, they would give out on me. "Okay, come on, stand, come on come on." They listened, I stood and didn't fall, I needed my thoughts organized and I needed to do one thing at a time. "Okay, car is out of the question, must be traffic everywhere." I thought to myself as I got out of the classroom, I was gonna need to go on foot, it wasn't the first time I had done this, so I needed to hustle back home and straighten things out there. I pulled my jacket sleeves down and my hood up. Could it have spread this far yet? Mercy hospital wasn't far at all, I was hoping to God or any other higher power that wasn't the case, I didn't want anyone seeing me going home or anyone following me. I opened the door and was blasted with cold, but also the street noise, horns, police sirens, people screaming and yelling, gun shots were heard. "Shit it's gotten this far" I thought quickly, and started jogging down the steps, and down the street. That's when I saw it, about twenty feet away, drenched in blood and searching for its next victim. I always swore I would fight these things bravely, but I was having second thoughts. I didn't have time to waste though, I ran as fast as I could past it, it saw me and made an attempt to run but it was more like a slight jog, I didn't stick around to find out more, I ran three blocks before I was winded, one more and I'd be at my house, I needed to catch my breath because I felt my lungs were about to burst, in through the nose, out through the mouth. Two minutes of power walking and my breathing had calmed down slightly, I looked back. Out in the distance I could have swore I saw the zombie that I passed earlier. "Nah, no way" I was thinking to myself as I started running again. Five minutes later, my apartment building, yay. I was actually scared to enter the building, what if they were in there? In the small hallways I would be fucked, no weapon, and a hungry determined zombie at my throat, I still entered...quiet, no noise, it was usually like this but just thinking of the current status of the city this time, the quiet was creepy and un welcomed, I took the stairs two at a time to the third floor, and jogged down the hallway to my apartment unlocking the door and closing the door behind me. I sat on my bed, recollecting my thoughts and taking everything in. Zombies, that means I gotta survive, I gotta get in touch with everyone, to see what's going on, I quickly unlocked my cell and gave a call to my mother. No answer. Typical, I wouldn't worry just on that alone because she would never pick up anyways., my whole family lived in Puerto Rico so maybe i wouldn't  need to worry much, there's no way its gotten that far. "Ugh maybe I should-" BANG. A shot rang out not to far at all, it was in my floors hallway, a couple of more shots went off. I won't lie, I was scared shitless and I hoped to God that whoever it was, the person or people weren't raiding houses, I was ill prepared and the only weapon I had was a metal baseball bat, I grabbed it from the closet just in case, and stood right next to the door, waiting. I heard voices, I couldn't make out what they were saying but they didn't sound very nice, but now I had proof that it was more then one person. I heard the sound of someone kicking in a door, must have been the one in front, i held the bat as hard as I could, I almost froze when my door got kicked in, as I saw the pieces of my door fly in I saw someone come in as well, a shaded bald guy with jeans and a tank top two times my size, it was now or never, if he saw me I would be done , I swung with all my might aiming for his hand, the satisfying "clink" of my bat hitting his upper hand and the gun assured me that I hit, the gun hit the floor and I was ready to swing again, he looked at me and tried to reach for something in his pocket....to late, I connected right in the jaw, obviously dislocating it. The shades flew off of his face and he fell to his knees, I didn't stand around to see what he was gonna do next, I swung again, this time hitting him right on the top of the head, drawing blood. He fell with a heavy thud, and I backed up and grabbed the gun off the floor, dropping the bat and checking the clip, twelve...thirteen if I count the one in the chamber, I searched the guy quickly and found two more clips in his pocket, that's thirty nine bullets in total, and I would have to be careful, I had been to the shooting range four times in total so at least I knew how to handle myself, my hands were shaking almost uncontrollably though, did I just kill him? My thoughts were interrupted by someone's name being called out. "tommy! Did you get anything in  three B?!" Shit! Three B was my apartment! "I bet that dick is looking at music CDS again." Another voice said. Great. Two against one.