Dead Outside

Chapter 4

   It had all been a dream. There was no truck outside, no men, no hospital hole, and no woman. I stand up, grabbing my knife and back pack, slinging it over my shoulder, I open the door. As I open the door a dust explosion hits me in the face, making me cough a storm. I look up into the store, empty, just like the world now.
     I step around the trash on the floor and make my way outside. I grasp the door handle, pushing it open. The sun sprays light into my eyes as I cover the rays with my hand. I look for the horizon trying to figure out which way I'm gonna walk today. I look to my right, seeing a long paved road that might lead to a high way. I glance toward my left to see a dirt road surrounded by woods.
     Left it is, high ways lead to city's and city's are where the people are. Or the undead people. I'm not sure what to call them. The undead? The deceased? I like to think their still people, just sick. Usually when people are sick their doctor gives them medicine and after awhile they recover. Hopefully this was just another case of the common cold, just a lot more severe.
     I make my way down the dirt road, hoping it leads me somewhere safe. I drag my feet making trails in the loose dirt. It's not the best idea, it was making a lot of noise, but I was itching for a fight. I know that sounds off, but it's not as bad as you think. I have anger issues, and taking them out makes me feel better. Before the zombies I'd take it out on people. I caused a lot of trouble because of that. Now I can take my anger out without harming anyone who matters. As much as I would love to pound something's skull in, I'm also scared. I'm alone, if I get hurt no one will save me. That's why I have to be careful.
     I start to pick my feet up so they don't drag, causing less noise. As I look down at my feet I realize there's other foot prints in the dirt. A shiver sent itself up my spine. I shaked at the thought of running into a zombie alone. The last zombie I had seen was at school.
     After Mrs. Miller became. . . sick, me and a few other kids ran to the windows to escape. After Sean had managed to open one, all the kids in my class fled out the window. Some ran, some tried to hide, and others did what I did. Ran home.
     My sneakers clashed against the pavment as I ran to my house. I looked straight in front of my feet, not looking up, ever. When I reached my house I slung the door open and yelled for my parents.
     I stayed at my house for a few weeks, but soon decided that it was time to leave. I'm not far from my house now. If I turn back, I'd be home in maybe a day. With a car I'd be home in maybe an hour. It's too late though. I can't go back, I'd never survive.
     I look up at the sky, admiring it's beauty. From looking at the placement of the sun, it might be noon.
     "CRACK!"
     Within a second I look behind me, checking my surroundings. I focus my eyes on the trees, searching for the source of the sound. Nothing. Must have been a squirrel or something. I shake it off and keep walking. I start thinking of what could have made that noise. Someone sick? A sick animal? Maybe even a person. Deep down I hope it was a person, being alone in a situation like this is extremely terrifying.
     "BAM!" "BAM!"
     Gun shots. I frantically look around trying to find the source. The sound seemed faded, but still close.