Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter 12

"Since Paxton and Max chose food, And Garret and Mason chose Clothes... Guess we are finding weapons" Peter started.

"-And petrol" I finished for him.

He responded with a nod. As we walked up the street looking for a shop that sold any type of weapon i cold breeze kissed my face making me shiver.

"You cold?" He asked warmly, he half smiled as he removed his jacket and placed it over my shoulders.

"Thanks" I blushed. Again. Immediately I turned my face away with him, trying to hide my red cheeks from him.

"Your cute when you smile" He said grinning widely. His short blonde hair framed his amazing cheekbones perfectly.

"Thanks..." I said, embarrassed.

It became silent between us. The only sound we could hear was our feet hitting the pavement..

"There!" He said pointing to a shop window with the words "Steve's Guns and Ammo"

Peter asked me to stand outside while he went inside to scope out any zombies. I stood patiently and looked at myself in the reflection of the glass. I looked a mess. My blonde hair that was in a bun was droopy and partly soggy from sweat. My shirt was bloody and ripped. It was repulsive. Hearing Peters steps coming closer I quickly tried to make myself look presentable by wiping messy makeup from my cheeks, patting my hair back into place and brushing myself down.

I glanced at myself one last time in the glass.

Yep, still look like a bag of shit.

"It's clear" He said before ushering me inside. The shop was dark blue with brown maple shelves stacked on every wall. A matching maple counter with a cash register and ammo shells. Shotguns, rifles, Pistols, axe's, Machetes, bow and arrow's basically any weapon you could imagine was here.

'Steve's Guns And Ammo'  is a big understatement of this shop.

"Fucking Jackpot!" Peter said as he started swiping shelves of weapons and ammo into a big bag that he had with him.

I did the same, mostly with Ammo though. But i did pick up two hand guns and hid them in my pants for quick protection.

"Done"

"Done"

We said in unison. Before we left the shop a zombie wandered in. He hadn't spotted or smelt us yet. He was just strolling along, minding his own business. I slowly reached into my pants and pulled out a handgun, i carefully lined the barrel up to her head. My finger lingered on the trigger...

I breathed in. Tilted my head and closed one eye. 

I exhaled

"Stop!" Peter whispered in my ear. "If you pull that trigger, the noise will attract more zombies and then what?" 

Shit. He was right.

I lowered my hand in surrender. "Sorry"

"Don't worry"

He slowly began creeping behind the incoherent zombie and raised a hunting knife to the back of her neck.

without warning he slammed his wrist down, plunging the knife into the zombies crisp vertebra. She slinked to the ground.

Peter wiped his brow with his forearm.

"Come on" 

Well alright then?

Our bags were heavy and starting to hurt. Who knew metal weighed so much?

It was sad to think that my dad and i would roam these streets nearly every weekend. Buying and eating ice cream, going to the library or swimming in the lake. This year will be the 6th year without him.

Cancer is a bitch.

But I have to say that I'm glad he isn't here. For this. I miss him so much, not a day goes by where i don't think about him.

Without realizing it, I had walked across the road to an old barber shop that my dad used to get his hair done at. When I looked through the scummy window, it was like watching a movie being played back to me.

An old man with a grey mustache and receding hair line had a comb in one hand and his other on my dads shoulder, talking to him through the mirror. My dad was in the brown leather chair smiling at himself while he checked himself out. He had a special smile that he wore the day he got his hair done. It was "The new him" but "The new him" Happened every month or so.

I remember sitting on the counter playing with a raggity anne doll. My hair in two braids.

No worries.

Carefree.

Happy...

"What are you looking at?" Peter asked, snapping me out of my hypnagogic state.

"Nothing, Lets head back" I said, brushing off his question.

We walked back up the street to a near by gas station. Peter picked up a gasoline tank and filled it up. So did I. Better to be safe than sorry. I bent down to pick up the full red bottle, without warning i was slammed to the ground. I quickly turned over to find a child zombie on top of me, her grey hands were pushing on my face trying to hold me down. Her jaws popping in my face. I tried pushing and kicking her, but her position was too good for me to wriggle out of.

I screamed. Not caring if more zombies came.

Peter rushed to my aid, he grabbed her shoulders trying to pull her back. It wasnt working. I was becoming weak. If he didnt act quick my arms would give way, resulting in me being a meal.

"Let go!" He yelled. I could see more zombies slowly making their way toward us.

"Go!" I yelled at Peter.

His eyes darkened.

"I'm not leaving you!" He cried, and with one final pull she released her grip and was thrown backward.

His hand waved in my face. I grabbed it and was pulled to my feet.

"You okay?" he asked. Panting.

"Yeah, Come on, we have to go" I told him, looking around at our new visitors. Picking up my gas bottle we both ran back to the bus.

Garret and Mason were already there leaning on the hood.

"Go!" Peter yelled at them. They jolted before quickly picking up their things and throwing it into the bus before following. Peter and I both ran up the stairs and shut the door.

The zombies weren't here yet.

But it wouldn't be long now.

"Where's Paxton? And Max?" i asked Mason worried.

"Dunno" He answerd casually.

My eyes scanned the outside of the bus.

Nothing.

Suddenly the zombies started coming towards us from around the corner.

"We have to go!" Garret yelled.

"No! We have to wait" I cried. I kept looking for them, but there was no sign of anything. My heart began to throb wildly in my chest. A hand on my back made me feel safe.

"They will make it" Peter whispered softly

My eyes lit up. There!

Paxton and Max both came bolting toward us from around another corner. A shit load of zombies were behind them.

They picked up speed as they over took our pack that were following us, Mason opened the bus doors.

"All aboard!" He yelled trying to be funny. It wasn't.

Peter had just finished filling up the bus just as Pax and Max flew up the stairs and collapsed on a seat. This time Garret hot-wired the bus and we drove swiftly out of the car park.

Running over a few Zombies on the way.

"I nearly died" Mason mocked as he wiped blood of his shoe.

"Too soon..." Garret said.

"Too soon."