The Dead and The Damned

Part 8

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I sprint out of the house, my heart racing, trying desperately to find a way out of the backyard. My eyes fall onto the body the zombie abandoned, and I gag when the stench reaches my nose. Death. It smells like death. How lovely. I turn away from the corpse, my foot snagging on something and sending me headfirst towards the pavement. I only scratch up my knee, blood now dripping down my leg. Something hisses near my foot, and I look towards where my shoe caught. A zombie is trapped beneath my leg, snarling and trying to squrim away. I realize with horror that it's missing half of it's body, as if it's been cut down the middle. It used to be a woman - I think, I mean it has long hair and boobs so - its hair matted to its head with blood and its skin a greyish green color. Her eyes are pure white, no pupils or irises or anything. This woman used to have a family, a job, friends, a cat or something, a life. Now she was just a crawling corpse feeding on the skin of humans.

I scream and yank my foot away, just as she reaches her hand down and claws at my skin. The flesh burns from where she touched it, and my leg is doused in even more blood. I stand up on shaky knees, limping towards the back gate and pushing through it to reach the front yard. Dozens of zombies are grouped together on the street, wandering aimlessly past the damage and debris. I freeze in my tracks. It doesn't seem like the zombies notice me, and I glance down at the blood covering my leg and the dirt and grass staining my clothes. The smell of the few corpses I have had the pleasure to run into is still drifting near me, and I realize that they don't notice me because they think I'm one of them. I turn my head over to where the bus is, my gaze falling onto a tattered cloth by the front wheel. I dash over to it, my leg dragging uselessly. I pick up the cloth, turning it over in my hands. Oh my god. This is the cloth Sam got from mom before she died. Sam can't be that far..can he?

Suddenly, I hear a small tapping on the bus window, and peek inside to see Sam - SAM THANK GOD - crouched behind the seat, Niall beside him. They both look terrified. I would've laughed if it weren't for the circumstances. I yank open the door, diving inside before any zombies notice and slamming the door behind me. I press down on the lock.

"Sophie! Are you ok? Let me see your leg." Sam says in a rush, he grabs my bloodied leg, the scarlet liquid getting all over his hands. Niall turns away, his nose scrunched up.

"What even happened?" I pant, wincing as Sam runs his hand over the scratches. He pulls a few pieces of grass out of the cut, and I watch in amusement as Niall's face pales.

"We don't know. Niall was helping me work on the bus when they just started coming. From all directions. It's like they travel in giant herds, destroying towns and then continuing on their way. What happened to your leg?" I shift my weight so it's easier for Sam to look at.

"I was running, and I tripped over a zombie and fell. I scratched my knee up. And then the zombie scratched at my leg." Niall's eyes widen, and he turns his head to look at Sam.

"Doesn't that mean she'll turn into of them?" he asks, his voice panicked. Sam rolls his eyes.

"Nah, it's only the bite of a zombie that can turn you. This isn't the 'walking dead' Niall. Sophie, what were you running from? Weren't you safe inside?" I shake my head, turning to look out the window at all the zombies. One passes by the window, the skin near its mouth torn away, giving it a permanent ghoulish smile. I shut my eyes tight.

"I was inside the kitchen when one of them came inside. Harry was with m - " I stop short, opening my eyes and gasping. "Harry. He's still inside. I need to help him and make sure he's ok - " I try to wrestle out of Sam's grasp, the pain in my leg making it hard to move.