Love & Zombies

The store

-Still Corbin-

I see the dark grey clouds above me as I walk pass my jeep and out of the parking lot. There wasn't one glimpse of blue in the dark sky. "Weird." I thought "There's no sign of zombies for miles."

As I come across the broken road I look both ways for flesh ripping zombies. I dash to the the other side of the rode being as quiet as I could. A deep fog hovers over me like an airplane on the runway lifting off in the sunset.

I hit a BUCSH beer can lying on the ground with some left over beer inside. The can rolls over under a beaten red car. The car had a broken window, three flat tires, and hands gripping on the steering wheel. The hands were white as snow and looked cold as ice in the freezer. I stop completely looking for any zombies that might have heard it. Zombies aren't just attracted to blood, they're attracted to even the quietest whisper ne'er to be heard before.

I sigh in relief knowing no zombies heard it. I run across the long old parking lot of Walmart. I pass so many beaten down cars with broken windows, flat tires, and rusted paint jobs. The thought of people in the building makes me think of the holidays. Everybody rushing in the store on Christmas Eve with snow and ice on the ground.

I arrive at the smashed automatic door. The door slides open when I stand on the pressure plate. When I walked in I could see food cans, food, stocks of shelves, etc. tipped over and ruined.

I walk over the many different items that got tipped over by many people trying to steal food to try to survive. I can only imagine the fear inside of them.

I look around for more zombies. Searching for them is like being in a scary movie. You never know what's gonna happen until it hits you. "Kind of like a frisbee." I thought.

I go past the food aisle, turn a couple of corners, and past the clothing isle. I come upon the Red Cross sign. I search for a white roll of bandages under the extra mixed up junk that people searched through.

"Pills. Pills. Creme. Butter?" I whispered to myself finding pills, creme, and butter. I ponder through the heavy medicine still trying to find a stupid roll of bandages.

As I dig deeper on every shelf, more medicine was falling. I was too focused on saving June than picking up crap. I didn't realize it, but the more stuff I dropped, the more noise I made.

I could here growls, moans and groans in the back of my head. I stand motionless trying not to make a sudden movement or sound. I could feel the zombies dead cold breath down my neck and into my spine. Fear controls inside of me leaving just a little braveness inside my strong heart. I wondered on how many zombies there are behind the zombie behind me. I start to listen to the groans of the zombie(s). If I kill that one zombie and there's more zombies behind/around that zombie I'll perish in the fiery depths of zombie land. I have to take my chances though. For June.

With one swift quiet motion I swing my machete in the zombies neck dropping the head on the clean marble floor. Blood comes out of the green neck and head. The body falls in defeat.

Luckily there wasn't any more zombies around to follow the sound. I turn around to find the white roll of bandage again.

-few minutes later-

I finally found a tight beige roll of bandages AND tape! As I turn around I see a normal teenage girl around my age running for her life leaving a trail of chasing zombies. She had ripped jeans and has a yellow puffed up shirt that ruffles at the bottom. She kept looking back at the zombies and in front of her. She turned the corner and spotted me. Her blonde curly hair flew through the wind as she turned another corner towards me. I could see past her worried crystal eyes that she needed me.

I put the bandages and tape in my back pocket as she comes closer. I start to run beside her.

"Need any help?" I ask her.

"Just a little."

"Ok. Hold on." I lean closer to her and pick her up by the waist and throw her on my shoulder. I run faster as I hear her scream.

"PLEASE...be quiet. Zombies are attracted to sounds maybe they'll slow down if you just be quiet." I try to be nice, but I need to get out of here to help June. I turn a sharp corner past the designer shoe shelves and all the way around to the smashed automatic doors.

I see a yellow mustang pull up right in front of me out in the empty parking lot. The slick ride had smooth tires with high traction in them. The sun colored mustang was completely flawless.

"Get in!" Yelled the women (she looks like she's in her 30's) in the drivers seat. She was a red ginger with freckles on her cheeks and brown eyes. She had a blue sweat shirt with jean short-shorts on. I swing the door wide open and put the blonde in the grey leather passenger seat beside the black cup holders. I climb in the back seat, putting my seatbelt on and panting my heart trying to catch up with my breath.

"Step on it!" I demanded. My head flies back on the gray leather seat as I hear the tires squeak against the road leaving black tire marks. The ginger turned the steering wheel making sharp turns to get out of the parking lot.

"Whatcha name kid?" The ginger asked with a Kentucky accent and with one hand on the steering wheel.

"Corbin, and you two are?"

"I'm Brigitte and this is my daughter Chelsea."