The Life and Times in the Zombie Apocalypse: Part 3: Homecoming

Predecessor

A short while after talking to Martin, Donny had made his way home where he met his wife and two boys. Heather and his eldest son Donald were at the kitchen table. She was reading a book while he ate a bowl of corn flake cereal. His youngest son, Jacob was sprawled out across the couch asleep.

"Hey there family." Donny said quietly as he shut the door behind him.

"Hey." Heather replied without looking away from her book.

"Hi Dad, how're you?" Asked Donald energetically.

"I'm ok." Donny replied to his son. Then he grabbed a bowl from a cupboard just next to him and placed it on the table, he then poured himself a bowl of corn flakes. "I saw Edgar off, they just left for New York." Donny td his wife.

"Do you think he'll be alright?" Heather asked, this time looking to her husband and away from the pages of her book.

"I dunno." Donny told her as he looked over back to her. "I hope he'll be alright."

Jim sat up in bed, then he pulled the sheets off of himself and stood up. As he did, he groaned in pain. His entire body was killing him, even two weeks after his terrible injuries had occurred. He was wearing green running shorts and hobbled his way towards a grey shirt lying in the bedroom floor, he struggled to bend over making a sure sound of pain every inch he crouched to get them and to stand back up. Once he put his shirt on, he walked over to the bedroom door and opened it up. He heard the front door shut.

Julie had just arrived home from seeing her son off. Jim walked downstairs.

"Where we're you?" He asked her.

Julie looked back to him as he walked down the steps. "I was saying goodbye to Edgar."

"He left this morning?" Jim asked white shocked that Edgar actually left.

"Yep, he's gone." Julie told him.

"I totally forgot that he was leaving today." Jim responded.

"I figured." She said back.

Then they heard a loud noice from upstairs.

"Stay here!" Mikayla shouted strictly. Then Julie and Jim heard her bedroom door open and slam shut quickly!

"Mick, you alright?" Jim asked his daughter as she turned the corner to start downstairs.

"Yeah, I'm good." Mikayla said tiredly. Then she passed by the both of them and into the kitchen.

"She isn't sleeping. The last few days." Julie told him.

"Don't worry, she's fine." Jim said quickly and sharply, turning a stare to his wife.

"Hey." Zeke shouted up the wall.

Martin looked down to him. "Yeah, wassup?" He asked lowering his sunglasses to see Zeke a bit better.

"Let me out." Zeke demanded.

"Just you?" Martin asked kindly, trying to ignore Zeke's cockiness.

"Yeah, just me." Zeke replied rudely.

Martin looked out over the wall and then back down to Zeke. "Nobody is allowed out alone longer than an hour. Be back."

"Yeah whatever." Zeke mumbled under his breath.

"Open the gate." Martin shouted over to Lonnie and another one of his guards.

Zeke then left Cranbury all by himself. Martin watched as he walked down the road until a band of trees caused him to lose sight of where Zeke wandered off to after that, which was off onto a dirt path through the woods and up to a small run down yellow painted shack. Most of the paint was chipped away over time and most of the house was covered up with moss and mold. However the inside wasn't nearly as bad as the outside.