The Apocalypse Adventures

Chapter 6 - The Curefew

*One week later*

I opened my eyes. My head hurt like it was an exploding bomb. Those beautiful crystals were hanging above my head. The sun was shining through them, as they looked like small pieces of sun. What a magical crystal lamp. The room was so light. It seemed I was in heaven. A clock, which was on the wall, has stopped at 4:17.

I glanced at the window. Yep. I'm not dead. I saw my huge house.

"Good morning, Kate! You woke up! I thought you will be in heaven forever!" shouted Alex with tears in his eyes.

"Where am I ?" asked I.

"You're in my guest room." told he with his dark voice.

He began to tell about that I was in a coma. He told also that I had an open wound on my knee. I think, I've got it when I fell from the stairs. He told also that a lot of the dead came after us, when we got back to the safe zone. Now they were hitting the wall with their dead, dirty and bloody hands. However the wall is too weak.

"We need to get out of here. The sooner, the better." said he.

"But where?" asked I.

"You know, my parents, work at a CDC center in Atlanta. I thought why not going
there?"

"So, you have lived alone without your parents whole the time?"

"No. My aunt babysit me almost whole the time." said he.

"And now? Where's she?" asked I again.

He didn't answer. The tears ran over his reddish cheeks. Too much asking, I understood. I felt guilty, so I hugged him. My mom and Melanie came in the room. Those two looked like sisters. Of course, my mom was super happy and mad at the same time. She began to talk about how bad Alex was, but I didn't heard her. her words just mixed in my head like a milkshake in hot summers day.

Suddenly, a loud voice started to speak in the street. It was The Commandant. He was speaking with a microphone upon a huge tank.

"Dear my citizens, I am not going to lie, but we are having a hard time. It­'s been over one week of a hell. I know, we can live longer than that. There is a lot of food supplies in the big city, but there is one problem, the dead. As I call them, "walkers", walk through New York streets. Harder and harder to get in the shops. My team has lost thousands of men." he spoke with such passion.

"Actually we having another problem" said a man who lived not so far from my house.

"So tell me what it is?" asked The Commandant with sarcasm.

"Our wall. It is collapsing. More and more monsters *or as you call walkers* hitting the wall. I could see blood coming from its holes."

"Its not a big problem, I know, our wall is strong enough." said he strictly. "And if someone ever tries to escape this place, is dead. I cannot stand people leaving my place. The security is going to take guns from you. Just in case."

Soldiers came into our houses with backpacks in search for the guns. They found guns only to one of our neighbours. He liked hunting. Thankfully, Alex hid his guns in our backyard.

"Grandfather gave me those guns, if you wonder. He was a Vietnam War veteran. He sent me in military school for one year."  said he to me.

The rest of the day was normal as always until...

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