Days

Chapter 3: Duane: the boy who hit me with a shovel

I woke up locked in a closet. At first I jiggled the doorknob, it was locked. I yelled "hello, someone there?!". I started to bang my fist on the door. I hear muffled voices heading up the stairs. my palms started to get sweaty I crouched under the door to see if anyone was coming, all I could see was a beam of light then I saw shoes heading towards me.They opened the door there was a southern African American man stanting in front of me, there was a boy that looked around 13 behind him he looked just like his father I assume.

before he takes my downstairs and tells me what the hell is going on he checks my forehead to see if i have a fever. while making our way downstairs he whispers in my ear if "you do anything to my son, don't think I wont hesitate to throw you in a pit of walkers. I politly ask him "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?" . "those cuts and scratches what are they from?" asks the man "I asked you first." I reply. "I said what are they from!" he raises the voice "car crash" I said softly.

we went downstairs he took me to the couch. I looked around, all of the windows were boarded up and the door was barricaded " I'm Morgan and this is my son Duane, you know you seem confused about every thing surely you should know what's going on, you know what's going on right?" said Morgan. " well I just woke up from a coma yesterday, well I think it was yesterday" I said "wow, and yes it was yesterday, so you just woke up in all this without your friends or family". "yeah I'm still confused but I want to know why did you test my fever?" I asked "well when your get bit or scratched by a walker and its the fever that kills you" Morgan told me "seen it happen." said Duane. I wondered if that's what happened to Duane's mom. silence filled the room. "what's a walker?" I asked "come upstairs, ill show you" Morgan said. We got upstairs and I peered through the window. I thought I was having a terrible dream but I couldn't wake up as I was gazing through the window I heard Duane run upstairs to tell his father "she's back". Morgan took Duane down stairs Duane still in tears. Morgan told him "cry into the pillow, its ok my boy, its ok". I looked through the peeping hole on the door it seemed to be Duane's mother except she wasn't like us her eyes were rotting her skin was pale her lips were purple and there was a human bite mark on her neck. she's was jiggling the doorknob Morgan told me its best to stay back they can smell and hear you.

the next morning. the next morning Duane and Morgan gave me spare clothes so I wouldn't have to wear my hospital gown. they gave me the keys to their neighbors car that they found. in exchange for their kindness I told them were there are secret stashes of fire crackers and stuff like that before I went off to find my family and friends Morgan handed me a walkie talkie "I will call every day at dawn" Morgan told Me. I hugged Duane, then I turned over to Morgan and hugged him tightly "before you go, take this gun keep it with you" said Morgan "thank you guys so much," I said. Then I walked off into the distance.