Z Days

Ch: 1 Highway to Hell

Driving down the road with hoard of sprinting zombies (yea I said sprinting, we have many types of zombies here) isn’t as fun and exciting as you may think it is, especially when you are risking your own lives. But unfortunately, it’s something you have to deal with when you’re in a zombie apocalypse. So me, Ally (my best raider), and Curtis (my best navigator) are speeding down the road at 70 mph in our modified go karts, trying not to crash into other vehicles and zombies. “Make a left on this next road!” yelled Curtis over the radio. I jerked the steering wheel to the left and drifted onto the next road. “Jason, they’re getting closer, what do we do!?” screamed Ally. I looked behind me and cursed. They were gaining on us, and I had to think of something fast. “Put some more gas into it. Once we make it to the checkpoint, we should be fine.” I said.  The zombies moaned and screamed at us as we continued to drive away. They had no problem keeping up with us, which wasn’t good. “How long till we hit the checkpoint Curtis?” I asked him. “It should be about another minute!” he said, though you could hear the doubt in his voice.

“Come on” I whispered, “just a few more blocks!” Pushing down the peddle I sped forward onto the highway, with Ally and Curtis close behind. “Alright, spring the trap!” I yelled to Curtis. “With a push of a button, the entrance to the highway erupted into a huge explosion, leaving a wide hole between us, and those zombies. Many of the zombies blew up in the explosion, and many fell into the hole, falling down toward the concrete below. “All right, we did it!” cheered Ally, as we sped away from the smoke. Don’t cheer yet hun, not until we reach base.” I said, with a grim tone. True, we did survive, and true, we most likely killed a hoard of zombies. But I’ve learned not to relax till we make it back to base, because things can only go from bad to worse now a day.

We continued our drive until we made it back to the jail. The creaky gates were surrounded by zombies as usual. We drove past them and into the entrance, which closed with a loud KLANG! I hit the brake, shut the engine off, and pulled my helmet off. “Good lord, this thing can get stuffy.” I said, as I unbuckled myself from the chair and stood up. “How was the raid?” Asked Charlie, our head of security. “It went well if you consider being chased by a hoard of zombies, and blowing up a highway good.” “Oh great!” he exclaimed “Now we have to put up ramps for us to get back over there! Can’t you go one mission without destroying something!?” “Hey, lay off will ya, he did it in order to save our skins. If he didn’t do that, we wouldn’t be here right now.” said Ally, as she unbuckled and stood up from here go-kart. “Yea, what she said.” Chimed Curtis. “Sigh, whatever. I’ll send some people to go fix the damage.” Charlie huffed and walked away. “Well you guys, we did it.” I said with a smile. “What did we get out of it Ally?”

“Some food, medicine, ammo for the guns, and some other stuff.” she said, letting her long brown hair fall to her shoulders. “That’s good, we’ll need all the supplies we can get right now.” I picked up some of the crates walked into the building, so that way we can sort the stuff for later.

I walked through the large metal doors, and the first thing that hit me was the smell, the smell of blood, and death. See, before we took over, zombies filled this place. We cleared them out, but we could never seem to get the smell out. I continued down the poorly lit hallway. I passed a few kids, rushing around, doing errands like delivering messages, fixing stuff, or patrolling. I sighed, thinking that it’s sad that these kids never really got a chance to have a full childhood. I finally reached the storage room when my whole body went tense. Something was wrong, as usual. “What’s wrong?” asked Ally, as she came up from behind. Not answering, I whipped out my pistol that was hanging from my belt, right as a zombie busted out from the storage room doors. “GAH!” I yelled as he grappled onto me. Its breath smelled horrible as it tried to bite me. Ally pulled out her pistol and yelled “Stop moving, I can’t get a clear shot!”  With each roll, its mouth got closer to my neck. In a final attempt to free myself, I yelled “Get your rotten corpse off of me!” and pistol whipped its head so hard that I heard a CRACK! The body went limp for a second and I saw my chance. Tucking my legs into my chest, I kicked the zombie off of me and jumped up. The zombie hit the wall, which seemed to bring it back to its senses (if zombies even have any sense in them). Enraged, the zombie sprinted at me. I side stepped and placed two clean shots to the head. The body fell to the floor with a thud, blood flowing onto the hard tile floor. I looked at Ally and said “Tell Charlie that another one has died and that I need a clean up crew….. He’s not going to be too happy about that.”

“Yea, I’ll get right on it.” She said as she walked away. I sighed as I knelt down right by the body and saw a bite mark on his hand. With a long sigh I said out loud “You fool. If only you had told us sooner…….” I got back up and carried the crates that I had dropped into the storage room. I put the crates down and walked out, locking the doors behind me.