KAL4E

Slay

C.

I didn't know how we got to England but we did. Our bike got us far enough to walk to the place we were heading to. Jaimie was as exhausted as I was. We travelled all over the UK and thought about finding a boat to get to France and see what it's like down there. I mean, I've heard that people swam across The English Channel before. Anyway, France. Why did we want to go there? Maybe to find new things, food, better weapons. Yes, weapons. The virus spread worldwide. It started off in Russia in an animal testing lab. I don't know what the ever loving fuck the Russians were thinking but that's how it started. They tried to move the animals to a different, more secure area where it was "safe". Obviously, it didn't plan out the way they wanted as one of the people moving the cages got bitten. The person didn't do anything about it and carried on. Two nights after was when they turned- their family turned, their town and then it spread as easily as that. Horrifying, right? It was all over the news, in newspapers. Some people prepared for that day, some didn't do anything. They thought it was some kind of hoax. I wouldn't blame them because who would believe that? "Zombies" running about in a rampage for flesh and blood? You'd never think this day would come. Anyway, Jaimie and I got to our checkpoint and parked the bike somewhere hidden. We left it in an alleyway behind a dumpster. We started walking towards our destination- Romwe.
Yes, we decided to go to some clothing store because our clothes were ripped to shit and dirty- they were useless. Maybe I'm over exaggerating a bit, they weren't really that ripped. We just wanted clothes. Slay while we're slaying. We walked past different stores, everything was almost overgrown by moss, vines and plant life. It was aesthetically pleasing to look at but the story to it isn't very.

After an hour of walking, I started to get tired, my legs started to feel dead, I started to pant a bit. Jaimie on the other hand, was fine.
"We can take a break if you want, there's nothing that can go wrong here." she said, guiding me towards a bench near a tree.
"I'm fucking exhausted, man," I sighed as I sat down, "All this non-stop travelling shit is wearing me out like fuck."
I took a bottle of water and opened it then took a drink. My bottle was half full.
"We need to find a water source too." I looked at her showing the almost empty bottle.
"Yeah, we should do that first," she said before taking a drink.
All of a sudden, we heard quick footsteps. We both put our bottles away and shot up almost instantly trying to find out where the noise came from. I pulled out my K-Bar BK-9 black Bowie knife that was originally my boyfriend's before he got bitten. Sad story but I'll get into that later. Jaimie pulled out her Cold Steel Brooklyn Smasher. We stayed very quiet until we heard the footsteps again. The being was running. Whatever it was, it wouldn't live to see tomorrow. Fuck that bitch. At this point we were back-to-back, silent again waiting for it to come at us so we can smash and slice it into pieces.
I was wrong. It wasn't going to "come at us". It walked out of an alleyway slowly then turned to look at us. It's eyes were large and white, thick pale skin and long limbs. It didn't have any ears, just holes at the side of it's head. It's spine was sticking out, it looked like little bumps and the claws it had on it must have been at least 6 inches.
"Holy fuck, Jaimie, look at that fucker." I said quietly, staring at it. It bared it's teeth, growling at us. It walked towards us, it's body hunched over a bit. It walked faster and faster, almost running then it got on all fours and sprinted. It was a feral zombie. An evolved one. It looked almost alien. Jaimie and I spread out quickly, running towards it with our weapons to the side ready to attack. It pounced onto Jaimie, knocking her polypropylene baseball bat right out of her hands. I panicked but I knew what to do. I got on top of it's back, pulled it's chin up and plunged the knife through it's neck up into its brain, blood pouring down itself and onto Jaimie. She recoiled knowing that there would blood all over her.
"Sorry, man." I said, my voice shaking, trying not to laugh as I pulled the knife out and got off of it. She instantly pushed the body off of her to the side and wiped her face which was covered in blood splatters.
"I hate you." She said, picking up her baseball bat and sliding it into the gap in her bag.
"It was either you or it, you choose." I looked up at her while cleaning the knife.
"That was a close call though," she breathed out, "So thank you."

We continued our journey to find water this time rather than clothes, the sun being brighter than Jesus' ass.