The Dead Roaming

The Beginning

I admire how charismatic my father is. He leads the group with confidence and calls the shots, even in a time where fear and panic should be taking over. This is the time where irrational ideas become deadly, yet he can desipher through them all. Everyone feeds off the calm aura my dad gives off, until more of the dead start appearing at our sides. They seem to be coming from the corn fields and they're a lot faster than I had expected. Most run unless their feet have been hurt or mutilated. Some of there feet are just completely gone to begin with, yet they aren't fazed. They stop at nothing to kill and eat. One of the biggest things that I remember from the movies is you always need weapons. Out of all the supplies we put in the bunker, we didn't put more than a few pistols down there??? None of us even thought to pull any of them out either, but noise would attract more, so they harm more than they help.

All I can see in the dim moonlight, are the dark figures getting closer and closer. I glanced behind me to see the dark mass of what seems to be ten of the things, reach Trevor's dad who was bringing up the rear. He hits the ground hard, hitting his head on impact. I heard a few gunshots go off and then I turned to face the horror. I heard a gurgling noise escape from his mouth which sounded like a scream and a gasp for air mixed as they tore into his throat. Trevor lets out a cry in agony for his father. My dad yells over all the commotion,

"Nate, whatever happens, just keep running. Don't give up." I turn just as the mob came in for another attack. What happens next happened so fast that I couldn't do anything to stop it.

As the mob catches up once again, the next guy in the back yells, "I'm sorry" as he shoved Trevor to the ground and sprinted past him. Trevor screams in agony as they rip into his stomach, gutting him alive. Tears stained my face as I faced forward. I listened to his agonizing screams and pleas for help, but help never came. I wonder how abandoned he must have felt or betrayed as he was slowly drowned out by their moans, all looking for a meal. That man was no better than the dead. He was a monster. My dad took his knife out and stabbed him in the leg and shouted,

"This is what you deserve." Right when my dad was going to take off, the man grabbed his foot and called out.

"My wife is pregnant and I have a little boy. I did what I had to do to survive!"

"That was a child, what if it was your boy. They'll be fine, but not you." My dad started to turn around.

"Then you can stay with me!" The man then yanked my father's ankle snapping it immediately. My dad tried to kick but couldn't break loose, so he threw me his pack but I almost missed it because I couldn't see through the tears.

"What are you doing Dad?" I stammered.

"Protect your mother and sister. I love you all. Don't give up. Now RUN."

I did as he said because how am I, a fourteen year old boy suppose to carry my father and all the supplies for another mile running from these things? I said I love you and ran. I ran for my life. I have to protect my family. Once I reached the bunker, I threw the hatch open and tossed the bags down. I carefully stepped onto the ladder because the last thing I needed was to fall, hurt myself, and not be able to protect anyone. I slammed the hatch down and locked the three bolts. I got to the bottom and slung the bags over my shoulders. My mom was right there as I staggered in and ran to me.

"Honey! What's wrong? Where's your father? Where's everyone else? Trevor?" She asked in utter confusion.

I shook my head as I fought through the tears in a low voice, "They got them. They're gone. I'm the only one who made it." Mrs. Blevick started crying and ran to her four year old son. Trevor's mother started bawling mourning both her son and husband.

So here I am now, sitting on my little makeshift bed with the comic book at my side. My little sister comes and sits next to me with her coloring book and crayons crying. Before everything went down, I was hoping for a look of surprise and excitement. Now it's just emptiness and darkness.