Down The Dark Road

Chapter 3

Today

I walk over to a counter and sit on it. The store I ran into looks like a mini mart. All of what was edible is long gone, leaving only dust and debris. Some of the tiles on the ceiling are missing, and there are rat droppings in the corner. I lift up my pant leg, and sure enough my ankle is starting to bruise. It must've been from jumping, or even when I fell. I didn't even notice the pain, but now it hits me in a wave and I wince. Just a touch is enough for pain to shoot up my leg. This will slow me down if I don't do something about it. Hopefully I can find something to either use as a cane, or even better, as a cast.
I move slowly off the counter, and limp down the nearest isle. All of the shelfs are empty except for the occasional cob web. There's got to be something left. At the end of the isle I see something that looks similar to a stick. I limp over towards it and kneel down. Sure enough, it's a plank of wood. I stand up and put part of my weight on it, making sure it can support my weight. It only comes up to my thigh, but it's better than nothing.
I feel an unexpected sharp pain in my shoulder blade. The force that comes with it knocks me down, face planting into the floor. I twist my ankle in the process, making the pain worse. And everything goes black.

. . .

Two years ago

We live right outside of Savannah, and now growing farther away. We got jammed into traffic, everyone had the same idea. It would have taken forever to get out of the state. A scream came from up ahead. People yelled from their cars.
"What's going on?"
"Is it one of those zombie up ahead?"
Mom turned to me. "Do you still have your bag?" She said. I nodded. "We can't stay here, take your things and follow me." She left the car and I was right behind her. I closed the car door and looked to see what was up ahead. People starting to leave their cars too, some were running away, others stood in disbelief. One of those zombies, as the one man called them, had taken someone from their car and started to eat them. Blood covered his face, it dripped from his mouth. The woman's body was ripped open, her intestines spilled next to her. I hadn't had time to process what I had just seen, Mom had grabbed me by the wrist and ran, dragging me behind with her. I looked behind me and realized that more of those zombies had appeared. There wasn't just a group of them, they were in dozens. They were out for blood.