The Beginning of the End (EDITING)

Chapter 5 - The Duffle Bag

Scott used a hammer and removed the nails from the boards in the door. He looked back us, our gazes met briefly before he opened the door and peeked out. He stepped out first, looking out from both sides of the porch. He looked back at us and mouthed 'Nothing'. We stepped out one by one taking in the scene around us. There weren't any zombies near the house, they all seemed to linger down the street. About thirty of them, scattered about.

"Scott...." I said warningly realizing something.

"I know Amy." he said, already getting my point.

Our duffle bag was on the opposite side of that crowd of dead. Could our luck have gotten any worse? Jen was shaking looking down the street, eyes locked on the zombies that were oblivious to our stance only five houses away from them.

Demi nudged me with an elbow,"Hey check that out." she said quietly and my eyes moved to the direction she nodded in.

A truck. A truck very close to us on the opposite side of the street of the lingering dead.

"Scott we could I don't know...can you hot wire it? We could drive around the block and pick up the bag once we get close enough. It's risky but it'll be allot easier than prancing through a pack of living dead, that want to eat you to try and grab it." I concluded.

He raised a brow at me,"Yes, I can hot wire it. But the second we walk onto that street, those things?" he addressed nodding toward them,"Are gonna be on us like a pack of....well...flesh eating zombies."

"Yeah I know." I sighed out, ready to leave.

"Scott we should do it." Jen stated matter-of-factly and we all looked at her in surprise.

Scott nodded and whispered,"Be ready ladies."

I nodded, adjusting my bag. He ran out as fast and as quietly as possible and made it to the truck undetected. He tried the door handle and nothing budged. I watched his mouth form around the word 'Shit.' as he rested his head against the window.

Oh no.

He grabbed a shirt out of his bag and wrapped it around his arm, he shot us a 'Get-your-ass-over-here-I'm-about-to-make-some-noise' look and I nodded, grabbing Jen's hand and she grabbed Demi's hand. We just took off running with the energy of our fear as our fuel. I looked back once as we ducked behind the car. Bad idea to look back. I looked back at the exact moment Scott slammed his arm into the window, shattering it to pieces. No alarm, thank goodness.

It didn't even matter, because the glass breaking alerted some of the zombies of our presence and those zombies heading over here alerted the rest of them. Scott's arm worked quickly and frantically against the locks and finally the rest of the doors unlocked and we all piled in. Scott ripped something open down at the floor of the truck as he moved his fingers over the wires.

The engine roared to life and he tried closing the door only for it to get stopped against a bloody arm flying in through the door. Jen screamed as the zombie struggled to get his mouth around Scott's arm in some way.

"Scott!" I yelped and reached over and swung the door out, hitting an approaching zombie in the face.

I slammed the door fast, severing the zombies arm and it fell onto Scott's lap. His foot gunned down on the gas and he sped forward. He used the t-shirt to pick it up and toss it out the window. His lap was covered in red stains and some unidentified green stuff. His face was contorted in disgust as he rounded a corner sharply. Making us all shift to the side, and Jens shocked face in tears as Demi tried to comfort her.

He shoved his foot on the brakes and we all heaved to a stop. His eyes were set on the bag lying a hundred yards away from the truck. The zombies were still at the other end of the street from our chase but they were starting to realize where we were now. Before anyone could protest, I jumped out of the truck and ran for the duffle. This one zombie, I'll never forget it. It staggered towards me with no shirt on and its rib cage in full view. I almost puked, watching its half rotted face and body slowly making it's way to me.

My hand gripped around the handle of the bag and I tried to lift, and fell down realizing too late just how heavy it was. I dragged it about one foot and looked up at rib cage guy, seeing how close he was to me now, his jaw was being rotted away slowly and it was the most disgusting thing I'd ever seen. I screamed as my foot slipped on something sticky on the ground and it closed in.

I heard the gun shot before I saw its affects.

The zombie fell to the ground with a bullet through its head. It's hand landed on my foot and I scooted away before stumbling to my feet. Scott shoved the gun away and grabbed the bag and my hand, dragging me back to the truck. I climbed in as he threw the bag in the truck bed and we drove off. Avoiding the rest of the dead that had swarmed close to us. I gulped and smiled weakly at Jen and Demi in the back seat, who were both looking at me with horror struck faces.

I peered over at Scott but he was staring at the road with a clenched jaw. I just stared out the window, knowing how close I came to being bitten or eaten. Stupid move I know, but it was a spur of the moment kind of thing. The kind of thing I wouldn't be doing anymore.

A/N: Scott =>

update: edited July 29, 2014