The Zombie Chronicles

Part II: Jury

“Well shit.” I said looking past the barrel of the gun and at its owner.

His face was covered in a bandana like the man me and Noah had run into earlier.

“Get up.” he hissed.

I rose cautiously raising my hands at the same time. The gun followed me. I looked at everyone else. They too were standing with their hands in the air. He gestured to my knife with the gun.

“Nice piece you got there.” I said meeting eyes with him and hoping my voice didn’t give away the fear that was running threw me.

He didn’t respond. I reached slowly for my knife. I pulled it out of its sheath and handed it to him. He took a quick glance at it and I saw him flinch slightly.

“Good.” he said blinking several times and shaking his head. “Now put your hands behind your back.”

 They patted us down and bound our hands. Through the ordeal I counted twelve of them. Suddenly a bag was put over my head.

“Now walk.” a voice said close to me ear.

I bumped into someone in front of me. They screamed.

“Shut your mouth” someone yelled.

I stared walking again. The bag was rough and made my face itchy. It smelled like dried sweat. I felt someone’s presence bedside me. I looked down at the small gap of light that came through the bottom of the bag. I saw the persons feet and knew they were Jennies her black converse giving her away. I wished I could hold her hand.

They marched us for I don’t know how long but when we finally stopped and they took the hoods off it was night time. I breathed in a breath of fresh air. My legs hurt, I was hungry, and cold as hell. Having shred my shirt for our escape the only thing I was wearing on top was my grey hoodie, but it did little to keep out the chill from the frigid air. I felt bad for Josh because he only had an undershirt on.

“Watch them.” one of the men, apparently the leader, said.

We were in the lobby of ruins of what was an apartment building. The roof had collapsed and broken threw the floors below. In fact an entire chunk of the upper building was gone revealing nothing but a pitch black sky. He opened the lobby door that led outside. I tried to see what was beyond but one of the men smacked me in the head.

“Jordan open the gates!” he called out.

There was a silence and then a faraway voice responded…

“How many you got with you?”

“My twelve boys and nine we picked up.”

The man returned threw the door way.

“Get going.” he said.

I stepped through the door way first and was absolutely amazed by what I saw. In front of me was a wall. It was constructed out of cars bricks and sheets of metal. But that wasn’t what amazed me. Directly in front of the wall was a large sturdy looking chain link fence easily ten feet tall. There was from what I could tell at that distance about six feet between the main wall and the fence. And that space was filled with dozens upon dozens of zombies. The wall stretched like that for at least half a mile in each direction. Our captors began leading us across the small clearing that seemed to be a buffer between the wall and the line of ruined buildings that the apartment was part of. As we approached the fence I noticed the zombies all begin turning towards us. A small break in the fence allowed access to the wall. On either side of the break the wall extended keeping the zombies from getting anywhere near us. I noticed a man, presumably Jordan, above us who was busy fidgeting with a rope.