How I Survived (Zombie Story)

Chapter Thirty Four

That night we followed Luis and his brother Joe to a field near the camp. The camp tents lit up brightly, and the stars twinkled and there were clouds viewable in the pitch black dark sky, the moon was full. It was already in the season of fall, and puffs of white breaths huffed from my lips that I was constantly licking since they were nearly chapped from days without facial care.

They had given me some worn out combat boots and ripped jeans, a blue and a black leather jacket with a plain red shirt underneath. I also wore my necklace underneath my jacket.

My eyes had to adjust to the darkness, so I kept blinking until I was close to spotting the wire fence, not too far away, and neither were the moans of the walkers who longed to get past the fences. 

I thought the walkers would have been wondered someplace else when they realized they couldn't get to us.

A loud gunshot rang in my ears, it wasn't my first time hearing a gunshot of course, but hearing it inside the camp was different. I whipped around, nearly head-butting Miranda who spun out of the way just in time, and I nearly fell, but an arm hooked around me protectively.

I couldn't tell where the gunshot came from.

I thought it was Hunter. but no. Luis had caught me. The last person I wanted to be face to face with was Luis, so I fought out of grip and he ignored me as if I were a bug that he had caught and simply let go.

I nearly fell when I fought out of his grip. Hunter caught me and my face was burning now, and I was annoyed already. "Don't be childish." Luis scowls, avoiding my glare.

I didn't argue, I just loosened from Hunter and he released me silently. Jone caught up with us, his hair hung over his grey eyes, and he had a pained look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I hear Miranda ask him.

"Someone in the room I was in was taken away because they found a bite mark on his arm... he turned and tried to bite me."

"Did you...?"

"No. I managed to kill it before it bit me." Jone explains, his eyes meeting mines. That reminded me of Ricko who had gotten sick from the radiated air.

Was it Ricko? I didn't want to know.

Luis, Joe and another man who had blonde hair slicked back and a slim build, the blonde boy looked just as young as us but he had a cigar pinned between his lips, he flipped his hair every 2 minutes, and then silently walked over to the crates with the guns on top. He handed us each a pistol. I took the gun, I was used to holding a gun now.

I nearly jumped when a chuckle filled the air. It was Joe.

Joe jogged across the field laughing and lifted five barrels from the ground, he began placing beer bottles on the barrels. "Ya see that Y'all?!" Joe yelled at us, "I drank all of these by myself!" He shouts, with a grin, proud of being officially labeled as an idiot. He took the last beer bottle, popped the top open and began chugging the beer. I rolled my eyes, and Jone slowly shook his head.

"Did he really?" The blond guy asks, his soft eyes meeting Joe's and cutting to mines.

Miranda snickered, and we all looked back over to Joe who was at the last barrel, laughing. Joe stopped fooling around finally and began to set the bottle down. Before he could place the bottle down, he froze like a statue.

We thought he was messing around at first so we all sighed a couple of times, impatiently.

Joe paused, his eyes widened, and we all went quiet. "What's wrong with him...?" I ask Luis. Before Luis can tell Joe to stop messing around, I nearly jumped, and my head shook from the booming sound.