Project A1: Apocalypse

2|My Sport Armored Friend

"Kaye Ann?"

"Who else, dimwit?!" She scolded. "Come on, let's go!"

She offered a hand and I took it, helping me up. We both ran outside. If what happened to me a while ago was scary, what I saw was much more.

I felt time almost slow down for me to see was happening. It was a massacre, bloodied and ripped open bodies on the floor, screams and shrieks of people heard, and all those 'things' that caused all this still on the loose, eating their own kind.

Not for a second did we stop running away from the bloodied mess everywhere. Every direction we looked was another one of those 'things' we saw. They were all over the place!

We caught up with the rest of the uninfected running for their lives. Going through some, we got at the middle. I looked at Kaye Ann, her adrenaline rush still seen at her fully focused actions.

She was a mess, running barefoot, her "beautiful" hair was a mess and her one of her shirt sleeves torn off, wrapped around her right arm like a bandage. Kaye Ann wasn't fazed a single bit.

Glancing at her state distracted me bad enough for one of those things to come at me. In frustration, I forcibly let go of Kaye Ann's arm and kicked its rotting stomach hard, making it fall down onto the floor with a loud 'thud'.

Returning my attention to the stampede, it splitted into two groups with those 'things' after them, slowly shifting their undead bodies at their direction. Few were chasing them live like hell. Both groups were too far to catch up with and too dangerous to go after.

I didn't even notice that my breathing was faster than usual, my heart almost palpitating with all this happening right before my eyes. After calming myself, I ran towrds one of the stores that has equipment to save my life. A sports store.

As I went past the undead body on the floor, I heard something shifting, as if something was rising itself up. I glanced behind me to see the 'thing' on a crouch-like position. Its head almost loose from its neck.

I felt so angry and frustrated at it, my fear dissipated for a moment. I rushed and kicked its head like a goal kick on a football match. It didn't fly off but it sounded a loud crack as the head arched back fully.

The sports shop was almost near, probably a few meters ahead of me. Even with the short distance, it wasn't easy going through all this bloody massacre. Those things nearly had me if I didn't dodge. My clothes were dirty, filled with scratches and had drops of blood, especially my right shoe, considering what happened earlier.

I opened, then ran through the glass doors and looked around for anything to block the entrance. The first thing I saw was a seemingly expensive tennis racket right next to the doors. I slid the whole thing in the handle bars before any one those undead things get inside.

Then, I pushed all the racks I could find against the doors, even by the glass windows to avoid being swarmed by them.

Blocking the entrance wasn't permanent. I knew that they're gonna find their way in, one way or another. So, I scanned the entire store for any sports equipment that can provide me defense and offense.

It was a good thing I went here because this store had all the basic equipment for every physical sport: basketball, football, ice hockey, soccer, you name it.

As I was rummaging through the racks that I didn't use to block the entrance, my clumsy took over. I bumped against one of the heavy display racks, hard enough to make it fall at me. I moved out of the way just in time before it crashed loudly.

The moment it fell, I heard yelps from behind. My head turned to see three heads peeping from behind the counter.

"Er... You wouldn't mind if I borrow these, right?"