Zero

Chapter 8: Flesh wounds.

Fingers tap furiously on my steering wheel as I stare at the blockade before me. Vehicles, signs, furniture and zombies, all stuck together. Well. This sucks.

I grab my handguns, and open the driver's side door, before using it as a sort-of latter to boost me up to the roof. Once on the roof, I slam the door shut and make myself comfortable before passively shooting zombies. No time like the present to work on my aim.

"Do you hear the people sing?" I whisper, zero-ing in on my target, before shooting it.

"Singing the song of angry men." I continue, finding and shooting another target. Who in their right mind would put zombies in a blockade? Like, literally. They do know the chances of getting bitten when playing zombie-Tetris, right?!

"It is the music" I shoot another one, "Of a people" and another, "Who will not be bit again" and a third. I put my guns in my waistband and jump off the roof lazily, bored with everything already. It's not as fun when they aren't charging after you.

A fourth gun-shot goes off – one that doesn't belong to me.

My left leg kicks out from underneath me as pain begins to blossom in my thigh. Looking down, I'm greeted with a growing red stain on the side of my jeans. Pulling myself up into a standing position, I begin hobbling my way into my truck, completely annoyed with the whole situation. I wasn't hurting anyone! Hell, I probably don't look like a threat. Oh. Wait. I have a truck. Full of things. People like things. They like to kill people for things. I hate people.

Another shot.

I manage to dodge it, the bullet whizzing past me and hitting the truck, "If you're trying to kill me, you're going to need better aim!" Nothing like taunting the person shooting at you.

Another shot. This time it nicks my shoulder. I toss my left arm up in the air, "Look, I'm leaving, I'm leaving." With that, I get in my truck and step on it.

The shooter must either be annoyed with me or stupid, because they waste five more bullets shooting at the back of the truck.

Have people gone stupid, or is it just me? Cause if I were that guy – or chick, or whatever – I wouldn't be shooting at some random chick. No matter how bored she was. I'd probably just watch her be bored, laughing at her stupidity the entire time.

But no, they just got to go and shoot me. Probably wanted to raid my truck. Or, now that I think of it, keep me from getting past their pathetic excuse for a barricade. Kind of makes me want to go back and find out what they were hiding – if they were hiding anything.

A blast of music pulls me out of my thoughts. With a zombie-worthy groan, I pick up my phone with my right hand – and fail to bite back the groan that comes with moving my injured shoulder.

"Zombie Apocalypse, Zero speaking." I hiss in what was supposed to be an overly happy voice.

"Um..." a vaguely familiar voice drags out.

I glare at the road as I drive, "Shit or get off the pot." My voice is impatient, and I find that, as the adrenaline begins to fade, my body starts to hurt. Wonderful.

"Give me the phone" I hear a whisper of a voice, demand. "Hi, Zero!"

"Addy" I greet, teeth clenched, "Either give me directions or get off the phone."

She's quiet for a few moments, "Looks like we'll be needing your help getting to Cali – again. We're heading to Castle Point, do you think you could meet us there?"

I mull the situation over in my head a bit. I doubt I could really make it that far with my current situation. Its hours away. "Sorry, but I can't make that."

"Why?" she questions curiously.

"Got into a scuffle. Nothing major." I shrug off, before turning my vehicle around, "Hey, I know it's completely in the other direction, but I'm going to the capital."

I hang up the phone and focus on driving. Adrenaline now completely worn off. My leg hurts a lot, and my shoulder burns. I can only hope that traffic won't be too bad.

My thoughts roam free as I drive towards my destination. It's very likely that I could bleed out and die today. Wonder how it feels to be hungry for brains. Maybe I'll be more content to be a Z. Maybe not.

What if I run out of people to eat?! What then – do I just starve? Do I eat my fellow zombiests? That's like...mega cannibalism.

/// Hello again, readers. Sorry I've been overly inactive lately. For the most part I have no excuse, other than the fact that I'm hopelessly lazy and my personal life has been busier than normal. However, now that I was in a car accident, and can use that as an excuse to hide in my room and 'rest', I've been able to do a bit of editing and writing. It's not the best (as per usual) but it's something - a very short something! Don't forget the whole comment, vote, follow thing – well, if you enjoyed this kind-of filler. ///