The Dead Are Rising

It was a typical Saturday night for me. My parents were away and my best friend for many years; Lucy, was sat by my side and we were preparing to have a horror film fest.

I logged onto the computer and waited for it to load up the local news page; something I always did when I turned on the computer. I heard Lucy giggle and I turned to see what had caught her attention, I spotted the kids that she was staring at ambling by the house presumably drunk. I glanced back to the computer and the first thing I saw was ‘ZOMBIE OUTBREAK IN ENGLAND’ I thought it was some sick joke, that maybe the BBC had been hacked but every news page said the same thing. I looked at Lucy, innocently playing games on her phone. I had to protect us. I showed her the news story and held her as she sobbed. I couldn’t blame her, she had such a bright future ahead of her, me? I just had nothing.

I left her to get to terms with this horrifying news and began to prepare our things. I grabbed some bags and emptied the cupboards of all the food putting the things that needed to be eaten first at the top. I filled several bottles with water and grabbed any cartons of drink I could find and added it to the pile of stuff. Once I had collected all the necessities I began to collect each knife that I could get, anything that had a sharp edge would do. I grabbed two brooms and attached long sharp knives to them making a useful long distance weapon; the further away from them we were… the better.

Once I had gathered everything I changed into complete biker gear knowing it would help protect me from the zombies. I grabbed a set for Lucy and ran back down the stairs to where all our kit was piled. I rushed into the kitchen to find Lucy just getting off the phone. ‘Who was it?” I questioned, looking at the phone in her hand. ‘It was Ray, himself and Frankare trapped in the house, we have to rescue them!” She Exclaimed. I thought about it carefully, the implications and the dangers of saving them but I knew Lucy would never forgive me if I let Ray die and I would never forgive myself for letting Frank die. I grabbed Lucy’s phone and sent a quick text to Shane telling him to gather knives, food and any other necessities. I threw a couple of bags at Lucy and a torch with some spare batteries to slip into her pocket. She changed into her gear as I went and found the remaining biker gear and the keys to both my dads tour bus and my motor bike.

We loaded everything into the tour bus, after, Lucy watched my back as I pushed my motorbike up the ramp into the very back of the tour bus. Along with some large petrol canisters. Since there were no zombies in the near vicinity I quickly made sure everything was in its place in the tour bus. I found all the spare guitars and drums in the back and thanked god, there may come a time where the music was greatly needed.

The roads were deserted; the bus was easily able to maneuver the roads moving swiftly. I thought I would see more zombies but only the occasional few passed us by, it was like nothing was even wrong, there were no burning buildings, none of the destruction that I presumed there would be; or atleast not yet.