Zombie Town

Chapter 17

Martha rolled her eyes and snatch the shirt from my hands. "You have absolutely no idea how to pack or fold, do you?" 

"Since when did you become so handy with this type of stuff?" I asked.

"If you're implying that my personality is completely different than my appearance, then you're correct."

She folded my clothes in silence while I gathered items from the bathroom. The silence was strange between us. We had been through so much together, and now was the moment leading up to goodbye. 

Martha had managed to fit all of my luggage in my suitcase flawlessly with no trouble. Greg was in the other room helping Officer Coleman pack his belongings as well. She turned to face me and just by looking at her expressions, I knew what she was feeling. She was sad, didn't want to see me leave. But I had to, and before any of the Owen Patel issues had happened, I knew that I would leave someone behind hurt and in pain. 

We headed downstairs, and out the front door. I handed my heavy suitcase to Officer Coleman who tossed it in the trunk. I understood that the moment he closed the trunk, I would have to face one of the worst pains a person could receive. 

Slam. It was shut tight. I inhaled deeply and walked towards Martha. 

"Thank you, for everything. I don't know how I could've survived without you here. I'm going to miss you," I told her. Both of our eyes were getting watery. Even as a zombie, I was capable of humanly actions and feelings. 

She hugged my, tightly and I knew that our friendship was incredibly strong. 

"Thank you," she began. "I was kind of opened up to this new point of view, thanks you. Rhyming was intended in that sentence by the way."

She smiled. "Justine, you are one of the most funny and wonderful people I have ever met. I really hope things work out for you. Call me sometime, okay?" I nodded. We hugged one more last time and then it was Greg's turn. 

I really had started crying then when I ran into his arms. In my mind, I pictured all of the memories we've had cherished them. I took in his smell, his touch, his warmth because I knew I would never see him again. I wouldn't, couldn't ever come back here. It was my nature and the law that I couldn't go against. 

"Sh," he murmed quietly. "It's all going to okay."

"I'm going to miss you so much, Greg." It seemed like it didn't matter much to him, probably because he figured he would see me again when the truth was, he wouldn't. 

I pushed my away and said, "I have something for you, something to remember me by. I don't really show anyone my drawings, but I made this one for you."

I raised an eyebrow. He reached into his back pocket and unfolded a piece of paper. I grabbed it out of his hand. 

It was beautiful. It was a sketch of myself, every detail finely outlined with led. Different textures and pencil strokes filled the paper. The girl in the picture was gorgeous, I had never viewed myself this way before, but then I realized that according Greg, I was. 

I kissed him, on the lips, enduring every second of it. He rested his hands on my sides and kept his balance, for he was out of the crutches. I enjoyed the overpowering feeling of his lips moving with my one. We pulled away, it was probably awkward for Mr. Coleman and Martha to be watching our little intense love scene.

"Goodbye, Greg," I whispered. 

"Bye," he replied. 

I stood next to Officer Coleman and he told them both in his deep voice,"Thank you very much for all that you have. You've done Justine and I a great deed. We wish you all the best." We all nodded and it was time to go. I hooped in the front seat, and turned around to see them waving goodbye. We began to drive and I thought that I truly would miss them.

"Do you think they will let us come back?" I asked Officer Coleman as he parked the car. 

"With the information we have yeah, they better." We exchanged glances and ran as fast as we could. We purposely parked the car a few miles from our coven in the forest, so the rest of the work was more physical exercise. After running six miles in the forest, which was far away from Holdenburg, we stopped in front of two large trees and walked into them. There was a gate, surrounding our home. Camera looked down at us. We would usually have to ask to come in by the security, but the gate was already open. Chills crept up and down my spine. 

When we arrived to the main square in our coven, it was empty like a ghost town. I was waiting for a ball of tumbleweed to roll by, but nothing came in our direction. Items were turned over, as if someone had invaded the place. 

"Hello?" Officer Coleman asked, his voice booming off of every corner. No one came at first, but then we heard crying. Officer Coleman and I ran over towards the sound and found Hazel Parker, a newer zombie to coven that had only been here for four months. 

"Hazel, what happened?" I asked.

She sobbed. "They're gone. They're all gone. He came and tried to kill us all. He wanted and original's flesh to destroy something. They got him before he could anything. In fear that more could break through our security, they all left without taking anything, leaving me behind. He killed some of us, he almost killed me. There was blood and bullets, but we got him. We got him," she whispered.

"Who?" Officer Coleman asked. She met our gaze and pointed a shaky finger. I followed to where she was pointed and gasped. 

The remains of Mr. Seton's body lie on the ground.