Neither Living Nor Deceased: Zombie Apocalypse

Six

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Nia pulled up to Elliot's house, his home being the last stop and the closest house to hers. This day had seemed like it had been going so slow, the sadness and mourning of all the teens really taking a toll on Nia.

She herself was not a hundred percent from her own parent's death and she was trying to hold it together for everyone. This was only the beginning, and she couldn't say things were going to get entirely better because it wasn't a huge chance that was true.

She sighed, unbuckling her seatbelt. "We'll be back, Gabbie."

She looked at Elliot who was staring at his house in fear of what he would find. Nia noticed he was scared, causing her to stop from getting out of the car.

"Hey, it's now or never." She told him nicely.. He looked into her brown eyes, finding himself to be a little calmer.

"Come on." She gave a small smile as she got out of the car.

He followed pursuit before making his way around the car to Nia who took her gun out of her holster.

"Stay behind me." She told him as she took the safety off while looking at the limping corpses moaning around the streets.

He did as he was told, following behind her through the front gate of his yard. Climbing the rickety wooden porch, Nia approached the door. Reaching for the knob, she turned to found it was locked.

“You have a key?” She asked Elliot.

To answer her question, he dug into his pocket pulling out his keys. Nia stepped to the side, to let him unlock the door. Once it was unlocked, Elliot pushed it open and backed away. Both of them watched the door eerily creak, revealing the pitch dark house.

So far, no good signs, causing Elliot’s anxiety to kick in.

“Hello?” Nia stepped inside, her gun pointed in front of her. She aimed up the dark staircase, then to her left where the living room was. “Anyone here and alive?”

No one answered back, but she still didn’t trust it. “Stay out here, I’m going to check the house.” She told Elliot without looking back.

Taking out a flashlight she had in her pocket, she turned it on and walked into the living room, beginning to look around. The vintage decorated living room was practically empty from the lack of life Nia was seeing. Maybe his family was able to leave town, she thought.

Slowly she entered the kitchen, looking around vigilantly.

Suddenly she felt a gun barrel in the small of her back and heard a shotgun being cocked.

“When the door is locked, that’s a sign to not come in.” Said a deep croaky voice. “Did you really think you were going to break into my house.”

“I didn’t break into your house, sir.” Nia made sure to stay still. “Elliot did.”

Hearing the name Elliot, made the man remove the gun from her back. “Elliot? My grandson, he’s still alive?”

Nia turned around, holding up the flashlight so she could see the relief on the old man’s face. “Yes sir, he is.” She was happy to say. “Elliot!”

At the sound of his name, Elliot ran into the house meeting the two into the kitchen.  

The man turned around, the sight of Elliot causing him to feel so emotional. “Eli.” His eyes watered.

“Grandpa.” Elliot hugged his grandfather, erupting in tears of relief.

Nia closed her eyes grateful that this day wouldn’t end on such a bad note. Two people were able to reunite with their family and for her that was enough to be a little happy. She, and half the of group might have lost their families but at least Elliot and Victoria had a different story.