“Get on the bike Ronnie.” I said, annoyed that Ronnie always pokes the dead walkers and never learns a lesson.
You’re probably thinking, “What are the dead walkers?” So, let me explain. This zombie apocalypse situation was created back in the year 2013. Some teenage kid was bored in Australia and created some sort of computer virus that spreads from the computers to people. It was kind of neat, apart from the fact that it nearly wiped out the entire human population. The computer virus is passed from the computer through the keys into the fingertips of the person using the computer. The virus then runs through the body of the human and turns their brain to mush. The virus was eventually destroyed from computers. But people, who were already infected, infected other people. No cure has been found for the human population but destroying the brain seems to work well when it comes to the infected. But the CDC is hard at work to find a more reasonable cure.
Therefore, zombies bite people, people turn to zombies. Even a scratch can infect you. Some people or “chosen few” as they call themselves, stand up and shoot zombies. Those people are working hard at saving the earth.
Ronnie laughed, “Come on, Jamiee. He’s almost run out of energy!” of course, Ronnie continued to poke the old zombie man however this time, the zombie gripped Ronnie’s hockey stick but didn’t have the force or energy to go through with his plan. Ronnie jerked back, with the hockey stick still in hand.
Suddenly, we both heard zombie moans coming from straight ahead of us. This time Ronnie didn’t hesitate. Instead, he was at my dirt bike in a matter of steps. He slid on the seat and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Let’s go.” At his command, I gunned the throttle and we were off. Up the hill of an abandoned street with walkers coming out of hiding. We went up. But what goes up has to come down. In a second, we were airborne and coming down for landing.
The handle bars of my dirt bike shook as my brother and I landed on the hill of one of Atlanta’s many abandoned streets.
The impact of our landing almost ripped my shoulders out of place. I’d be so damn sore in the morning. My brother Ronnie whooped in my ear as he clung to my waist.
“Go Jamiee!” Ronnie yelled excitedly, and swung his bloodied hockey stick.
“Careful you don’t get any blood on you!” I warned, already dreading the blood tests we’d have to undergo. “Why don’t you get a map up and get us out of here!” I yelled trying to concentrate on the hungry moans of zombies now coming from my right and left. Ronnie tapped his ear cuff and spoke to Jen, our tech expert.
“Jamiee’s being a buzz kill and wants to get out of here.” Ronnie said to the person who held our lives in her keyboard. “Go left!” Ronnie yelled and I turned the bike.
Suddenly Ronnie lost his balance, I knew the turn was way to sharp. He slipped and took me with him. We both fell to the ground while the bike slid to a stop and lay on its side. I scrambled for the bike, but a zombie was only a few feet away. I desperately gripped the handle bars, and wrenched the bike up. I jumped on the seat. The zombie moaned hungrily, and without question I punched its face. Lucky I was wearing gloves. I stomped on its head to destroy the brain. Ronnie stood and ever so casually jumped on the bike. Although, I couldn’t blame him for being so casual, this was just another day in the office for us.
Another hungry moan from behind us, however this zombie attacked Ronnie from behind. The walker ripped Ronnie off the bike and onto the ground. Out of instinct I reached for my gun. Aim and shoot, it’s that easy. The walker collapsed onto Ronnie, who shrugged it off and for the second time, climbed onto my bike. I could have sworn I’d seen a trickle of blood on his arm, but I guess not.
We were off at high speed; Ronnie was clinging to my waist and talking to Jen, who was figuring out to how save us.
“Yeah, we’re fine. Nothing we can’t handle.” Ronnie reassured Jen.
“Up that ramp and over the wall!” Ronnie yelled to me, tightening his grip on my waist.
“Are you sure?” I questioned him, keeping in mind that we had already taken a big jump earlier today.
“You don’t have a choice.” Ronnie answered.
He was right. The bike went faster, the motor became louder. Up the ramp, in the air and over the zombie proof wall which was only five meters high but was made of concrete. If we hadn’t made it over the wall, the zombies pulling us apart and feeding on our flesh wouldn’t have been the worst part of dying.
We landed safely but only just. I had to use all my strength to keep the bike straight.
“And we’re safe! Ready to do that again next weekend?” Ronnie asked. So immature.
“Just thank Jen.” I moaned, already feeling the pain which was meant to be due tomorrow.
We travelled smoothly up the road to where our Ute was parked. I stopped the bike while Ronnie dismounted and prepared to load my bike onto the tray of the Ute. “Ready.” Ronnie gave me the all clear for the bike to be loaded.
This was a routine that we did almost every day. That was our job. We delivered the news to people who don’t like leaving their houses because the world is to scary. We were journalists telling people how the outside world really is.
The front door of the car opened, which revealed a skinny figure, “Very nice work! We were live the whole time with 3, 500 viewers!” the skinny figure exclaimed, which my eyes now recognised as Jen, and greeted us with an encouraging smile.
Ronnie nodded, “3, 500 viewers. That’s big!”
“Let’s just go home.” I cut both of them off before they could say anything else.
“Firstly, blood tests.” Jen said, holding out two blood testing units.
Ronnie and I took the blood tests in hand.
“Ready?” Ronnie asked, looking at me.
“One…” I answered, looking at his arm. I wasn’t wrong. The zombie had scratched him.
“Two…” Ronnie said, he followed my eyes to where they were looking. He looked back up, tears forming in his eyes.
I looked at him, a tear rolled down my cheek. “Three…” I said shakily.
I closed my eyes, and he closed his. This was the end of Ronnie Andrews.
