Living Amongst The Dead

Chapter 3

My feet were moving before I could even stop myself. I had to save that boy, the only thing that was running through my mind was that I had to save that boy.

My things were packed, in a camping bag and on my back as fast as you could say, "There's a zombie apocalypse! Everyone run for your lives!" To bad no one said that fast enough when the plague started to spread.

I opened the door that led to the fire escape stairs which I ran down as fast as I could. I reached an old office room, it's floor strewn with work papers and droplets of blood.

It smelled like dust and the chairs and desks were all flipped over. Shaking my head to snap out of my daze, I headed for the stairs.

I would have loved to have taken the elevator but it was probably broken. I was out of breath when I reached the bottom floor. Through the glass windows and doors I couldn't see any zombies. They must all be at the house because of all the noise. That was good news, the less zombies the better.

I slipped out one of the doors and headed for the house, but I stopped myself so quick I nearly tripped. I'd have to go around or the zombies would pick up my scent and come after me. I turned back and headed down the street until I was behind my building.

I then headed towards the side street I'd seen the boy go into earlier. It looked pretty deserted except for the rubbish littered on the ground and I headed straight without even thinking about what I was doing.

I have this area mapped out from constantly watching the streets from above and I knew that if I kept going straight I should be able to find the kid, if he wasn't already dead or a zombie, something I thought was worse then death itself.

I pushed the thought out of my mind and continued to jog towards where I had seen the boy last. It was becoming more darker by the minute. I glanced my watch. It read 7:13. This kid would be stuck with no where to go if I didn't find him soon.

Just when I thought this kid was gone, I heard sobbing coming from an alley that was on the other side of an open street. I pulled a flashlight from my bag so I could see better and headed for the alley.

I could hear the sobbing a lot more clearly now and I knew it was definitely the kid. I shone my light in the corner behind a dumpster just as the boy looked up, but his gaze wasn't focused on me.

He was staring into space behind me but just when I was about to talk to him, I heard shuffling behind me.
Then I heard the moans.