Heartbreak, Oh Yeah and Zombies

The Run

We remained motionless for two days, waiting for a possible escape. It would have been easy if the security wasn't so high profile. They have people walking around the camp all of the time and people manning the walls, specifically the entrance, it's hard to catch a break. Although, to be fair, this place isn't totally awful. We have food to eat, water to drink, and a roof over our heads. The only thing missing is the thing I need the most, my family.

When Carl and I awoke on the third day of our stay, an opportunity arose. A group of three men were going to go on a run. I suppose, to test our survival skills, they invited us along. Of course Carl and I said yes, for it was the first chance we've had to make some sort of escape. The group making the run told us to go to the supply closet on the western side, and pick out one gun and a knife, for far away and close combat. Apparently they trusted us enough to let us gather the materials without the slightest form of supervision.

Carl tried to make light conversation on the way to the supply closet, but I was too deep in thought to truly comprehend. I was too busy thinking about how we could escape.

"Hey, you good?" Carl asked in a concerned tone of voice.

"Yeah, I'm good. Why?" I asked.

"I'm not sure, you just seemed kind of distant on our way here." He responded checking out the place.

The supply "closet" was more of a lacking shed. It looked extremely old with the burgundy and black paint chipping from the sides in. The door handle was a metallic gold door knob with a key in the key slot. I turned it and we both went inside.

"Yeah sorry, I was just thinking of ways to ditch the group. We have to get out of sight from Woodbury, but lure the guys out one by one. That seems like the best bet."

"Sounds good. They said, 'a gun and a knife' right?" Carl said to me trying to imitate the man who gave the instructions.

I laughed while saying "yeah, hotshot," and carried on, proceeding to find a gun and a knife. I picked up a shotgun and a man made silencer from a pile, which appeared to be a two liter and some socks, and a medium sized hunting knife with a faded, brown wooden handle. The letters "DD" were etched into the bottom of the handle. Carl picked up a pistol, and a smaller hunting knife. Reasons being, I typically like to kill walkers from the front, to make sure that they die, so I like a larger weapon. Carl typically kills them from the back, so he can get more close range. I've just recently picked up on that. He'd have me lure them out and then he'd sneak behind and kill them. My best guess would be he's not okay with seeing them die, after what he told me happened to his mom.

We made our way back to the group and showed them the things we chose. There were bags we could have picked from, but decided they would just slow us down.

After some code words and hand signals were exchanged, the guards opened the gate; it felt like a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. I know I can't, but I want to run out and just keep running as far and as long as my lungs would provide. Considering I can run for miles, I was a pretty big deal for my school's track team. I could run faster and longer than anyone else on my team. Well all except for fucking Cynthia McAllister. That bitch would effortlessly run 5k's.

Anyways, the governor has a vacant parking lot of semi automatic vehicles and the sight of dead all over it right outside Woodbury. The guy's an asshole, but he's smart. The cars create obstacles for the walkers to get through, making them easier targets. With that being said, two or three bullets whizzed passed my head in an effort to kill walkers. There were three men on top of the entrance, shooting towards us. One bullet got so close to Carl I had to tackle him in order for him not to get grazed. It seems like these people want us dead...

We walked for about five more minutes, staying alert of our surroundings, paying attention to every branch broken and every rustling region of plants.
It was only until something strange caught our attention, did we stop. A small boy, no older than five or six was staring at us.

"Stop!" A man from the front yelled at the child.
The boy fell due to fear and nodded slowly.
"What's your problem, you asshole? He's a kid!" I yelled at the man. I pushed him out of the way, making me the front of the pact.
"Where are your parents?" I asked as nicely as I could.
"Back in that car. There was a crash. I think, I think they're dead." He said to me, beginning to cry.
"Are you alone?" I asked.
"Yes." He responded, sniffling and wiping tears.
"What's your name?" I asked, kneeling down to his height.
"Jonathan." He said.
"Well, Jonathan. Would you like to join us for a little bit?" I asked him, holding out my hand for him to shake.
"Yes, please. My mommy told me to find people to look after me." He said to me, simultaneously shaking my hand.
"It seems like you've found the perfect group of people, then." I said, placing my hands on his shoulders; leading him over to Carl.
"Hey bud, my name's Carl." Carl said in the nicest of attitudes.
"I'm Jonathan." He responded.
"Hey, Jonathan. You mind if I call you Jonny?" He asked politely.
"Not at all, sir." Jonny replied.
Carl and John fist bumped and I gave Jonny a little noogie.
It was then I realized the men had been staring at us, predictably the entire time.
"Give me one second." I said to the boys. They both nodded as I walked over to the rest of the group.
"Yes, is there an issue?" I asked as bitchy as I could.
"Yes there is, matter of fact. You can't bring this boy into our group without even consenting me!" A man in a camouflaged shirt said to me.
"If I'm not mistaken, Governor Dickwad said I am just as much apart of this community as you are. That said, I don't have to consent shit to bring someone I trust into this group. If you have a problem take it up with the head. Otherwise saying, leave me the fuck alone you douchebag." I stated as coldly as I possibly could and walked back.
"Sorry about that Jonny, anyways, where were we?" I said. Both of their faces blank in horror.
"Guys, I'm not a walker, it's fine." I said, laughing to lighten the mood.
"AHHHH!" Jonny screamed, looking slightly passed me.
I turned around as fast as I could, possibly giving me whiplash, only to see camo guy, two feet away from me charging at me with a knife.

I didn't panic, however. I think I would have if it were just me, alone, but oddly enough, having Jonathan there made me man up. I lifted up my foot and kicked the side of his knee with brutal force, making him fall to the ground. The other men were about to rush in, to camo's aid, but I gave them a glare of pure rage and they stepped back.
"Jonathan, look away." I instructed, and he gave me a nod with a serious expression on his face.
The man, aching in pain on the floor was down. I should have not taken advantage of this, for it was a coward's move, but I did anyways. I kicked the side of his torso until he was flat on his back, and began to stomp repetitively on his chest. I glanced over, for just a second, to see if Carl was watching. Thank god he was not. After about two minutes later, I stopped. The man began coughing up blood about a minute ago. The adrenaline consumed me. I was practically a monster. I stepped away, only to realize the man wasn't breathing. His buddy came over, checked for a pulse, and stuck a knife in his head.
"Damn..." Carl said to me, seeing what I had done to camo jacket.
"I- I don't know what came over me." I said as I collapsed to the ground.
"First of all, remind me to never get on your bad side. Second of all, that man was going to kill you. You did what you had to. Sure, it was slightly over kill, but all in all you didn't have a choice." He said. He placed his hand on my hand in a comforting act. I smiled at him and got up. Jonathan was sitting on a log a couple of feet over.
"Is it over, miss?" He asked me.
"Yes it is. And you don't have to call me miss, my name's Zoe." I said to him.
"Okay, Zoe." He said smiling up at me.
I'm not sure how but what I had just did didn't faze him. He was just as happy as before I had, well, beat the shit out of that guy.
"So we're off then?" I asked the men.
They were absolutely terrified. God, I would have been too.
"Ye- yeah. Let's go." The men said in response.

One down, two to go.