Zombies.

“Run. Run and never stop running!”

Of course this was the perfect moment that my father’s voice screamed and rattled in my head about the hell around me.

Bang bang bang!! My legs were moving as fast as they can through the streets of what used to be LA but now is a battle field. Buildings caved in and ashes rose out from them. The sky black with thunder clouds and the air thick with smoke.  Bang bang bang!

My only friend in the world Ronnie ran beside me, shooting her gun behind her at our enemy. Even for Zombies, they sure moved fast.

Are you confused yet? Well let me explain a thing. My name is Alice. I have blond hair that almost looks white with black tips and blue eyes. I never really said much around people but once I got to know you I am more than happy to open up to you. But you may not like what you hear. My only friend as I mentioned Ronnie is the only person I have left from my old life. She has brown hair with purple streaks and brown eyes. Her 5’8 towered easily over my mere 5’1. Everything was going somewhat ok for us. Before the zombies.

You see, a scientist by the name of Korse came to LA about 3 years ago with this crazy dream that he could bring back loved one from the dead. He created this drug that could trap the spirit back in the body and it could walk and talk again. He killed his wife and brought her back to life just to prove that he did it. Yeah sure he did it at first, but then things started turning for the worse. She started craving human flesh. And once you start that craving, it never stops. She killed everyone working on the drug but then they were infected with a zombie toxin. I’m not even going to bother explaining that, I’m pretty sure it’s pretty self explanatory. (if the zombie toxin enters your system you start the transition to becoming a zombie.)

And now 3 years later Ronnie and I are running for our lives. Again. Our shoes slid on the ashes and rain as we zigzagged through the streets. “Ronnie! Stop shooting at them! You’re low on ammunition!” I laughed as she groaned in anger.

We took a sharp turn and we stopped in an alley and listened. We could hear the awkward shuffling of their feet. A group of 9 or 10 were chasing after us after we thought was an empty building but turns out to be a zombie nest.  We looked for any chance to escape and what do you know! A door! A green door was on the end of the alley. Ronnie banged her hip against the door but it stood strong. She rolled her eyes and kicked down the door with her long legs.

We rushed in and slammed the door. I armed myself with two of my 13 knifes that I had strapped on to my body. I could hear Ronnie check how many bullets she had left beside me as we tip toed down the hallway.

A red carpet was on the floor and old battered pictures of people littered the walls. Guitars and awards sat on shelves

As we searched the building we could hear banging and crashing coming from one of the back rooms. Voices were muffled from a thick door. Ronnie motioned to me to be quiet as I reach out and grabbed the door handle. I turned it until I heard the click and I gently pushed the door opened.

“What do you mean it’s my fault?”

Ronnie and I just sort of stood there trying to figure out why two guys were having a screaming match in the middle of what I guessed was the reminder of a recording studio.

“It’s your fault that we were chased here Austin! Maybe if you listened to me in the first place we wouldn’t have to camp out here!”

I counted 9 guys. Four of them in these bright colours and bandanas. The others were just full on black and leather. One of the guys screaming had bright long red hair and a blue bomber jacket. A small yellow party mask covered his face but it couldn’t hide the anger coming from him. The other guy was taller than the first and I could see tattoos coming up from his shirt and stopped at the base of his neck.