A Walk Among The Dead

Chapter 8

It's been a week.

A week since the world went to shit.

A week since we last saw a huge horde of rotting flesh.

A week since Brady and I have spoken to each other.

Every day went by slower than the previous, dragging on for what seemed like forever.

My body ached, my head pounded. The kitchen knife I carried around was rusted with rotter blood. I was drowning in reality. Nothing seemed real anymore, not that it ever did in the first place.

According to Bill, we were headed to some place his family owns in Ohio. The trip should have only taken a few hours. We still haven't made it there, considering all that's happened within the past few days.

The day after we escaped the horde, Amelia "ran away." We were going to leave her, but Brady and Daisy insisted on finding her. So, we spent the whole day looking for the idiotic girl. When we found her, she was about a mile away from where we were, searching for food and supplies.

The day after that, we spent our twelve hours of daylight searching for blankets and warmer clothes to wear during the evenings. The November nights were beginning to get cold, and we were freezing our asses off sleeping in the truck bed.

Bill didn't remember his place in Ohio until a couple of cold nights sleeping in the truck had passed, but now we're on our way there. I just hoped we wouldn't run into any more trouble.

Wishful thinking.

"Wake up kids, pit stop." Dad said through the window in the back of the cab.

I sat up from my cramped position and saw that we were stopped at a run down gun shop. Having about five backpacks to store and four people sleeping in the bed of the truck, I haven't been getting a very roomy sleep lately.

"What are we doing here?" I asked.

"You and Daisy need a gun. It's a lot safer than a kitchen knife and a screw driver. I'm gonna show you how to shoot when we get to Bill's little safe haven." Dad waved a finger in front of my face and proceeded to walk towards the gun shop.

"How do you know it hasn't been raided already?" Brady asked.

"We're kind of going out on a limb here." Dad said sheepishly.

"Me and Amelia are gonna stay back and watch the truck." Bill said. Amelia rolled her eyes and hopped back into the truck without hesitation. Dad and Bill always made her stay behind with someone. I don't think they trusted her yet.

"We've got trouble." Daisy pointed to a few stray corpses coming towards us.

"I got em'" Dad said, raising his gun. He quickly took them out without hesitation.

"We better head inside, the noise will probably draw in more. So, let's make this quick."

We jogged to the front entrance of the shop and looked in through the big groggy windows beside the door.

Surprisingly, there were a few small handguns scattered along the display wall. All of the bigger automatic guns had been picked clean. Not that it mattered anyway, none of us knew how to use one of those.

"Brady, look and see if there is some kind of alarm on the door. We may have to find another way in." Dad whispered to Brady. Brady shoved his face on the window in attempts to look for any kind of thing that would set off an alarm.