The Cure

Chapter 4

It wasn't exactly what I had in mind. But when someone says a shed while there is a zombie apocalypse going on out side then you can't really expect a castle. This shed was tiny. And by tiny I mean it was 8 steps both ways. It sat with an odd tilt as though it had been there for century's. There was a shovel and a hoe leaning against the far wall. Lucky us, weapons.

I pull off my backpack and sigh of relief. After trudging for over one hour, it was nice to have that heavy thing off my back. Inside where the good we managed to scavenge, two guns and a boat load of ammunition and a sleeping bag. Jason in already laying his sleeping bag on the floor. I do the same as many feet away from him as possible. I don't want to make the situation awkward, but we just remet and I dang think snuggling up to him is an option.

I walk to the wall that has the gardening tools. Looking at my options I try to decide which tool would be most lethal. A shovel, it could be good for hitting people. Or a hoe. I shouldn't even be making these chooses. I'm 16, I should be going to school, freaking out over boy and listening to drama. Not designing weather a shovel or a hoe would be better to kill a person.

I saunter over to my sleeping bag. I stick my feet into the sleeping bag and wiggle the rest if my body in. The hoe lays just inches away from my body. I glance over at Jason. His breathing is steady. How could he already be asleep. My mind is racing over the events of this day. I remember my parents. We all knew that the nieumarli were coming our way we just didn't know when. And how hard it would hit us. The attack was obviously much harder than my family expected. If it wasn't, my parents would still be alive.

Tears fill my eyes and blur my vision. I try and tell my self they would rather be dead than become one of those creatures. It doesn't help. I cry silently until sleep finally comes.