How I Survived (Zombie Story)

Chapter Twenty Four

"We hope you are nearby." A calm male voice stated. Everyone listened. "But please hurry, because the walkers are closing in, we have been fighting them off, but people are getting hurt."

"Can you hear me?" The raspy voice asks.

Todd adjusts the knob and hands Jone the speaker. Good thing Todd was good at this stuff.

Jone held the small speaker to his lips, "Yes... We aren't too far." He tells the strange voice.

"Okay then. Hurry." He says, and the radio goes blank.

"That was strange," Todd says, from behind us.

"What?" I ask. 

"It didn't really sound like the radio station... I know that sounds strange... But it really wasn't."

"You're going nuts that's all Todd," Marvin assures. "Well, you know him more than we do.." Lucy says to Marvin.

"He's all nerdy and stuff so he kinda loses his mind sometimes."

"Let's get back on the road already," Jone says.

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It had been an hour, and we were parked in front of the gates to the radio station. Which was empty, and there were no walkers.

"See... Maybe we are at the wrong place." Todd tells me as I peek through the blinds. Hunter pulls the curtain, "We should search the place."

"I'm going," Miranda says. I stand also.

"Hunter, Miranda and you Lara, come with me," Jone says. "The rest of you, wait."

"But what if walkers come in?" Ali asks. I look over at her, and her afraid eyes meet mine. "You'll be fine, Lucy has a machete and Bella has a gun."

"And I do too," Todd says, raising his rifle.

Ali nods and leans into Beverly. Jone opened the van door and I and Miranda and Hunter hopped out.

"Should we search the entrance?" I ask Jone. "No, we go straight in, but sneak." He says. I sigh. "Okay."

The red brick building seemed lonely, without the radio people there to play music for cars or broadcast anything.

Jone stepped to the double black glassed doors, and slowly opened them. It was dark inside, but we didn't have a flashlight.

"Whoa.," I whisper, staring at the door with a huge hole in it. Miranda turned and saw it too, and her eyes widened. "Walker." She whispered. I turned my head and saw the light from the turned over lamp, shadowing the body of the boney walker.

Jone turned around.

"Shoot it!" I say as Miranda raises her gun, her left eye squinted. Wait!" Jone whispers, lowering Miranda's gun. "He's chained," Jone tells us.

"What?" I question, confused. A chained zombie? This apocalypse couldn't get anymore creepier, I mean first, the mask men, the toxic air times, and now chained zombies?

"Maybe he chained himself before he turned," I say.

"You might be right," Miranda says.

The walker groaned, and it's gray cold eyes, glowed like an animal. Jone just stared at the walker. I snicker. "Well he sure is trapped," Miranda says once she heard my snicker.

"Or maybe, you're trapped." A random voice says.

A hard piece of metal hit the back of my head and darkness surrounded my vision.