World War Zombie

2

I heard a scream behind. I turned around and saw that the lady had Lucy, even after numerous bootcamps, she was never very athletic.

"LUCY!" Joey screamed, running in to try and save her. 

A log that I failed to see caught me off guard, sending me flying to the ground, sending a searing pain through my arm.

"Lucky I'm right handed." I mutter as I pick up the log, and run as fast as I can over to the scene. What do I do! How the hell do you save your friend from something like this! I charged up behind the thing and hit it as hard as I could on the back of the head. I fell backwards from the impact, I heard a crunch and I felt vomit rise up from the back of my throat. I rolled over onto my side, ready for the disgusting taste to fill my mouth. This is not the time to be sick. Not now. 

The thing crumpled to the ground, not moving, not... breathing? I didn't think I hit her that hard. I'm a murderer. A fucking murderer. I was snapped out of my thoughts by Lucy's groans from the ground.

"Luc!" I knealt down next to her. "Are you alright?" 

"What. The hell. Was. That." She wheezed. "She tried to b-b-bite me." 

Whatever I just killed was definitely not a person. I walked over to the body, green, sticky blood coming out of the spot where I hit. Where its eyes were meant to be were holes, its skin rotting and the little clothes she wore were ragged and torn. And, my god it stunk. It smelt like a garbage tip- and what I have to assume to be old flesh. 

"What the hell kind of clothes is was it wearing." Joey stood beside me. 

She appeared to be wearing a long, olden days style skirt and the remains of what could've been a bonnet... She was also topless. 

"We have to get out of here." Lucy took the lead, as Joey and I stood with our mouths hanging open. 

Joey took the lead, all that long distance running she's being doing paying off right now. Where should we go? Where is safe? 

We ran along the now darkened and deserted streets, my long legs carrying me as fast as I could go. I am really worried now- what the hell is happening? There is not one moving car along the main road, just one that's been turned over. 

Wait.

A car thats been turned over.

I stopped, waiting for Lucy to catch up- my chest heaving, trying to fill my lungs with air. I couldn't make out any words, all I could do was point at the overturned car, now with a whole hoard of the 'things' similar to whatever I just hit crawling out of it. Lucy screamed- I quickly put my shaking hand over her mouth, trying to calm her as well as myself.

"Let's go to my place." Joey yelled behind her slowing to a stop about 500 meters in front of us when she'd realized we'd stopped. I have never been more freaked out in my life- and I don't think this is the best idea, but I didn't have any time to argue as she continued to sprint round the corner of the street and up the steps to her house. She tried the knob and it was locked, scratching noises coming from inside. 

"MUM!" Joey screamed, banging the door. Before I could stop her, she suddenly took off round the side, and up to the back door, where her dog Sprinkles was barking at us. She opened the wire screen door and three figures were standing at the front door, still scratching the thick wood front door.

"Mum! Dad!" She yelled, making her way over to them. I grabbed her as they turned around.

And yes, indeed this was her family.

Or what was left of them.