Zombie story - Chapter 1 :)

Zombie story - Chapter 6 :) (Flashback)

*6 months earlier*

The tears streamed down my face. Where was I going? I didn’t know. Away from here: Anywhere away from here. I grabbed up my biggest side bag- a purple one with little cartoon characters on it, some dancing. That was the last thing I thought I would be doing right now, unless it was a delicate tiptoe around death. How did I even get out of here….? My mind became a whirling mess of thoughts and feelings, some good but most intolerably bad, and my body began to curl in on itself. My mind however, even in the state it was, refused this latest development in my general cowardliness and made me carry on. I grabbed my windup torch from the drawer next to my bed. Heck. If I survived (Which was highly unlikely) I’d need something to help me see- even if it was just a circuit encased in a piece of plastic. What else? Goddamit! Think Abbie- Think! What did I usually take to scout camp….? I knew straight away. Thinking like Bear Grylls, I turned on my heel and ran from my room to the room next to it. Toothpaste- God I was such an idiot, like it mattered. I tried not to listen to my conscience telling me otherwise and shoved every tube I could find into my bag- About three. I proceeded to shove a few toothbrushes in my bag, the blood pounding in my ears and making it hard to hear anything. I remembered my penknives just in time and ran back to my room to collect my Swiss army knife. I careered down to stairs at breakneck speed and almost dived into the kitchen, stubbing my toe as I landed on it awkwardly. I half limped over to the drawer where we kept all our camping things and pulled it out, showering various things everywhere. I grabbed a random assortment of batteries and the knives I remembered we had used for whittling when we were in France last year. That seemed so long ago and I could hardly believe that everything had changed in such a short space of time. And where were my parents when I needed them? I knew but didn’t dare admit it to myself. I couldn’t let myself believe that. I grabbed a ball of string from the drawer also and turned around to scope the room for a sign of anything that could be of any more use to me. I spotted my video camera on the kitchen table and snatched it up thinking ‘What the hell?’ whilst trying to simultaneously shove everything into my bag so that it would fit in properly without leaving any valuable provisions behind. I eventually succeeded in this sport- and just in time. I heard the horrible, deathly groan from up above me on the top floor. My stomach flipped into an altogether ungainly, unnatural position. I felt like screaming but I didn’t want to alert them to where I was. I had done enough by trying to lock them in the biggest room upstairs but now as I heard the splintering sound of wood, I wasn’t so sure that what I had done was in fact a triumph at all. I had a limited amount of time now. I grabbed up the Turbo flame (A handy little device for lighting fires) and its gas canister from the drawer and fled my house, out onto the cold dark street and the cruel harsh world. I could hardly see for the bitter rain battering down on me except to make out a few dark shapes in the street all around me. All the ones I could see were limping and lolloping and had only a half human air around them. I ducked behind a bin, my eyes wide with fright and panic at this unknown situation I now had to face. I couldn’t take it. This time I let my body do what it liked and curled up sobbing in the corner behind the bin. I couldn’t do anything to get myself out of this dilemma and so I gave up. Until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I cried out, scared of what was behind me.  Until I realised who it was and felt a wave of certain relief wash over me. It was Emily and Toby. And how they had even got there or even if they wanted to be there remained a mystery as we slunk off and avoided all the danger behind us, not knowing what was ahead of us.

*End of flashback*