Immunity

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My phone drops to lap as I watch infected begin to lick up the squashed girls remains, red dripping from their already blood stained mouths.

I scream. The zombies' turn their heads towards the sound and they tear away from the body and jump at the window, bashing and clawing it, leaving smears of red of the glass. They growl, a sound coming from deep inside their throats, so rugged and desperate, it was the pure sound of hunger.

I watch the the glass vibrate and wobble under their weight and cracks begin to spead like a vine through the glass.

It's going to give.

"Out the back!" My Dad shouts. He holds a metal pipe in his hands.

I force my body to move, to run into the back storage room and to push on the fire escape door.

My feet hit the hard concrete of the loading dock as I hear glass shatter behind me and the growls grow instantly louder. Then I hear my father screaming.

Something in the back of my mind screams for me to keep going.

I leap of the dock and into a sea of people. Screaming.

So desperate and crying.

Some people attempt to break into cars, which I dont understand. Unless they know how to hotwire, they're not going to get very far. Other people try to climb concrete pylons. Some people just sit done on the concrete and do nothing. Tey simply wait to die.

I keep running, dodging concrete pylons, parked cars and people. Dead ones. Turns out people do know how to hotwire cars by the way, because a dull roar of now living engines begins to mix in with echoing screams.

A narrow path between two cars comes up, people pushing to get through.

A little girl, maybe three or four cries at the bumber of one of the cars, holding her knee. None slows to help her. None even looks at her.

A woman screams behind her, trying so hard to push through the torrent of people to get to her daughter. Tears run down her face.

A feirce growl far behind me snaps me into action and in a second the girl is in my arms.

I push through the people and hand the child to her mother.

For a millisecond, our eyes meet. Hers are dark brown and pure gratefullness and I hope mine we're somewhere along the lines of 'Its okay, everything will be okay,"

I run and jump over the hood of a car and become trapped behind a crowd.

I try to think quick, climbing ontop of a rusty car to see where I should go.

It's what I expected. The 'perimeter'. Practically falling apart. I could spot atleast ten holes.

Suddenly, I feel something wrap around my ankle and it pulls me. I feel my face smash into the roof of the car.

I thrash my legs and the zombie tries to crawl up the car closer to me, its eye's black and glinting evilly. You can see this zombie is an old one, probably one of the first to get infected because its face is so deformed and rotted. That how you tell how old they are. Younger ones appear almost normal apart from the purple blemishes, older ones are rotted and deformed. Their skull gets eaten away by the bacteria and their head caves in on itself and.... well, its not exactly gorgeous.

It has a hard grip on one of my legs. Its trying to get it still so it can bite me.

I get one of my feet free and bring it up to my chest, preparing to put my everything into this kick.

I plant it solidly in the side of its head, and well, I know I killed it, because I actually snapped its head back so far it was a nintey degree angle, a slit across its neck where the skin has actually torn. Gross, I know, but I'm sorry, I'm putting everything into this, because nowadays that kind of stuff doesnt matter. You cut off a zombie's head today? Great, now do this other one for me would ya?

I jump off the car and run again, trying to ignore and layer of zombie crap on the toe of my shoe. I run out from under the hulking concrete roof of the carpark. The sun burns my eyes as I come out from the shadow. The pain didnt hurt, in a way, because it had been so long since I had seen the sun. The pain was my eyes relishing and soaking as much light as they could hold, that was the pain.

Sadly, the giant shadow of the perimeter stretches over me. It's tall. Really tall. I almost count my blessings that its falling down, but quickly revoke that thought. If it hadnt fallen down, we wouldnt be in this mess. Screams still echo in my ears.

I round the corner of fridges and see surburbia. Not the manicured lawns and white picket fences of what I used to see, but over-grown weeds and barbed wire that must have fallen off the mountain of whitegoods. Or maybe they were last efforts to keep out infected.

 I hear growls and a man screaming. Oh. Erm.

I see a house across the wide road, one with a front door still on its hinges. It was in kind of descent condition compared to some of the other homes.

Maybe, if I could make it across the street, I could-

I lay on the bonnet of a- Maroon? Maroon car. The car's windscreen forms a crackled halo around my head and pretty red streams run down the tiny cracks. My head hurts.

Pain.

It hurts alot. I cant hear. I cant move. All I do is stare into the drivers eyes, trying to find a speck of remorse in them. The growls grow louder. They smell the red. What was it called again?

Pretty white lights run past my eyes. Am I dreaming?

When the bad come, I dont scream or squirm. I welcome them. Maybe they'll take the hurt away.

Mummy leans over me and sniffs my skin, her pretty brown hair falls over my face as she does so. I look at her face. Her brown eyes, her nose, her lips and the funny purple marks on her cheeks.

Mummy seems to be angry with me, saying something thats long and low. Whats wrong? Did I break something?

Mummy leans in closer and sinks her teeth into my shoulder. Her friends join in.

Mummy it hurts.

Mummy it...

Mummy...

All is peacefull now.