Escaping The Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter Twenty-Two

(James's Point Of View)

(About Three Weeks Ago...)

"Well what else do you want because we may not have enough money for marshmallows right now, so please just give me some ideas so I can make some sort of a list?" I say trying to reason with him but to no avail.

"Okay, I understand that but you can't go camping without Marshmallows, like what type of camping is it if there's no Marshmallows?" Andrew argues trying to get his point across, even though he hasn't bothered to truly pay attention to me, I am trying to explain but he's how my mother use to be, wouldn't give up until she got her point out and understood, I guess that's why I put up with him because he reminds me of my mother, my family, my home.

"Yup, whatever you say. But we still need to buy normal food to prove to Philip that we can be trusted. He's dying you have to remember that he won't give his house to us if he doesn't trust us and I know this is hard for you, you love him and I guess I kind of love him too, but we need to be responsible or at least act it." I say while walking towards the truck, our rusty old truck that we've been sharing for three years and before that it belonged to an old working constructor who used this truck for everything, only for it to be ours now. Andrew just nods completely quiet walking to the other side of the truck before jumping in and slamming the door.

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The ride into town was tedious, but that wasn't a shock of course it was going to be tedious Andrew never likes how I just settle an argument, he wants a winner but not only that he wants to be the winner. The thing that shocked me was how chaotic the town was there was cars crashed everywhere people running in all sorts of directions, fire all over the place, dogs barking. Completely chaotic.

We jump out of the car cautiously and start slowly walking towards the store and soon our walking turns into sprinting until we're inside, I grab a basket out of habit before looking around to notice it's just as chaotic in here as it was out there, people fighting over food, screaming children, food all over the place, Andrew and I start running and grabbing all we can see filling up the basket before running out.

When we reach the truck once again, I realise my window is smashed and glass is all over the inside as well as blood. I reach inside the car through the window to unlock the door when I feel Andrew scream out in pain as he starts pushing back this random man bitting at him, the man is crazed and doesn't listen to a word Andrew yells, I throw the shopping inside the truck and run over to his side before shoving the man onto the ground and kicking the shit out of him, when he keeps coming I start stomping on his face until blood and gore comes splatting out then I run back to my side of the truck and jump in.

I start driving and when we're far enough away from the town I stop and take a look at Andrew's arm, it has left over teeth marks from where the man bit him and is almost completely covered in blood and lots of gooey yellow gunk, I wrap his arm up and continue driving, I'll have to deal with this back at the camp site.

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When we get back I run inside and grab the axe from around the back along with my bottle of vodka, I rinse the axe in vodka before dragging Andrew to the back of the truck making sure not to wake him, I sit him up and as soon as I let go his unconscious body drop to the plat form of the back of the truck.

I swing the axe back before hacking at his elbow, I keep going until his arm comes clean off. I then rip off my shirt and soak it in Vodka before wrapping it around what's left of his arm. And move him into the truck and packing up our tent and everything.

I start driving and don't stop until I find this small camp with five cabins and four beds in each room.

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(Andrew's Point Of View)

(A Week Later...)

The food starts to become scarce and the hunger seems to grow, I stop eating daily to just to make sure James has enough food to be strong and mildly healthy. I just eat enough to keep myself alive, there is no point in me living and him dying he has more potential to live and survive.

We have been trying to fish in the nearby river, but we only really catch one or two small ones.

With all the time we've been out here we haven't encountered any of those crazy people, but just to be safe I keep the kitchen knife under my pillow at night and carry it on my belt through the day, James has a pocket knife and even carved a bow and arrows out of the extra wood, He stole my shoe laces to finish off the bow And uses his back pack to carry the arrows around with him. He's been practicing by aiming at birds but I'm pretty sure he's not going to get any better than what he was before, he use to win metals and trophies for how amazing he was at archery.

The following two weeks didn't get any better that is until we found little miss quiet. She is our hope, our savour, she has our lives in her hands we ran out of food about 8 and a half days ago, but by then I had started eating normally again which made us run out that much quicker.