We sat around the campfire, discussing plans to take down whoever was the ZK. We had eventually come to the conclusion that if there was anything to be done, it was to stop the ZK; even though it would possibly mean suicide, I firmly believed that it was worth a try.
It warmed me to see that my friends thought the same.
"Why don't we just track him down and kill him?" James asked, staring at the fire moodily. "It can't be that hard."
"We need to find the cure to heal the other zombies," Sterling told him wisely. "They could help us with it, you know."
My head moved from side to side, looking at them as they talked. I could barely keep track of who was saying what. It was like watching a very fast ping pong game.
"Guys, we don't have time," I told them sternly. "We should try to find it as we move. That way, we can get both things done." I purposed.
"I agree with Evan." Abigail said, nodding.
"I think it's good. What do you think, Sterling?" James inquired.
"Fine. Let's get moving." Sterling answered.
I got up, stretching my legs, then began putting out the fire with the bucket of water set down next to me.
As my honey eyes locked onto the fire, it seemed to flicker more feebly in a rebellious yet defeated sort of way. I know what you're going to do. Don't do it.
I poured the water onto the flame, and the fire flickered out of existence, slowly but surely. It was a cruel metaphor for the world in this age. A hand settled on my shoulder.
"Let's go. Abigail and James are done." Sterling said, removing his hand. His eyes were soft.
"Coming." I told him in response.
I walked to where our meeting tent was. To my surprise, it wasn't there anymore. Evidently, Abigail and James had already taken it down.I looked at them. We had a sort of conversation, just through our eyes.
Then, together we walked into the school.
The school's lockers were destroyed; the doors were ripped off from the hinges and now lay on the floor amongst the ashes.
"This is creepy. Let's head back." James suggested.
Abigail sighed, rolling her eyes."Just keep moving. Into the gym?" she asked us.
"Sure. I'm ready." I told her, rolling my shoulders.
"Same." Sterling said confidently.
Abigail and Sterling pushed opened the gym's door.
"Oh, crap. Zombies."
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Despair
ActionA zombie apocalypse that is overturning, killing and ultimately destroying the world shouldn't be something that kids (teens) should need to handle. Yet that is exactly what Evan, a young 12-year-old with his life ahead of him needs to face. But no...
