Zombie Stories: Fan Edition

Change Part. 3

The truck seemed to scream as the exhaust echoed off the other homes on the block. I scrambled from window to window, trying to find the vehicle. Finally the beams were visible through a curtain hanging in front of a large window. I darted to a window that was a little off to the left and gently pushed the curtain open. The truck was decked out with an incredible amount of lighting. The people in the front weren't visible, but two silhouettes stood tall in the bed of the truck. Upon further inspection I saw they were both holding something long, like a gun of some sort.

I let the curtain slide shut and moved to a different window to keep watching the vehicle. They turned down the next road and I lost them for second. I swiftly crept through the house and found the back door. There was a window that made them stick out like a sore thumb. They went straight for a little longer and turned down the next road, disappearing behind a row of houses.

Instead of looking away, I looked towards the direction they were heading. A few two story homes stood taller than the other houses. I decided that heading that way in the morning would be my best move. Walking back towards the living room, I quickly found my way to the couch and laid down. This was a task for the morning.

I laid on my back comfortably knowing that the threat was going the opposite way. Times like these made me uncomfortable, I thought too much. It made me remember some of the worst memories. The memory that kept coming back tonight was the one with my wife. How she was ripped apart right in front of me. I focused hard on pushing the memory out, so hard that I grew tired. I realized my eyes were watering before they closed for the night.

My eyes were sore when they cracked open to the sunlight through the window. I felt like I was asleep for days but my body was still tired. Swinging my legs of the end of the couch, I immediately buried my face in my hands. My stomach let out a loud rumble. I was definitely hungry, it was time to find that camp.

The front door swung open and revealed the afternoon scenery of the neighborhood. The trees were green and the sky was blue, typical nice day. I took a deep inhale and stopped on the porch to exhale, enjoying the view. You needed to enjoy the littlest things during this nightmare or you'll go crazy. Everything becomes dull and there's nothing left but the uninfected in your eyes.

Stepping off the porch steps, I scanned the environment for any movement. The way was as clear as the sky, and there wasn't a single cloud today. I walked down the middle of the road towards the route of the truck. My shotgun clicked silently with every step, I decided it was a good idea to bring it this time. It was beginning to grow heavy so I decided that it was time to do some breaking and entering.

A few houses passed as I looked for my prime target. They were all pretty decent, but I found my goldmine near by. It was a two story home with an additional half story built of the top. It looked incredible, somebody put a lot of time into it. The front door almost begged for me to come in.

Quickly traversing the front lawn, I bounced up front steps. The door had to of been locked, but I tried anyways. Sure as shit, locked up solid. I dropped down the stairs and made my way around the home. The windows were pretty high from the ground. Too high to break and climb in as quiet as possible. I didn't want to risk any infected.

The back yard was looked like it had been pampered back in the day. But now some of it was overgrown and the rotted flowers were basically nothing in the pots. I looked away and found the backdoor.

It was a heavy wooden door and the handle looked brand new. I prayed as I reached for the handle, hoping they were in too much of a hurry to remember the backdoor. My prayers were answered as the door cracked open. Instead of waltzing right in I pushed it open with barrel of the shotgun.