Among the Dead

Carrie

Carrie

It had been two days since Carrie ran away from Matilda and Bert, since then she had been retracing their progress and living as best as she could like the group always had. She couldn't believe how much she would miss the convoy.

She used to hate sitting in the packed cars while the adults drove towards a destination no-one seemed to know a lot about.

Now she was alone and walking the opposite way, keeping away from the others so they were safe from her.

She did regret leaving the way she did, not because she never got o say goodbye to people but because she didn't pack any supplies, no food or water and her only weapon was the cross bow she had been given but not taught how to use properly.

Her stomach growled loud enough, she through the dead would hear her. The last thing she ate was the pot of ice cream Matilda had given her.

She had tried to hunt like the others had done, but she quickly found that she wasn't very good at it. Shooting a moving rabbit was nothing like trying to shoot a stumbling dead body coming towards her, something she found out after she lost one of her precious bolts.

She at least was thankful she was in the suburbs, she had homes she could take shelter in and tries to sleep as best she could in, but she was starting to remember that the homes she was going into were the ones the others had raided first and emptied.

She didn't get much sleep anyway, every bump or groan she heard had her awake with her hand on the cross bow. The few moments she could get sleep were plagued with heads of dead faces and Bert coming after her with a gun in his hand.

On the third morning, Carrie decided to move away from the road she knew and search for building that looked as if they hadn't been broken into yet.

It took her all morning, but she finally found a house that looked like it had been forgotten about by everyone. It was a large yellowing house with a front lawn that looked as if someone forgot what a hose was for, the front gate was nothing more that rotting posts and not a sturdy boarder any longer and cobwebs clung the window frames and doorway.

Even at first glance anyone could tell it was abandoned but when Carrie broke the front door down and realised the lock almost looked new, she realised the owners probably didn't abandon it for as long as people thought.

Facing the hall way, Carrie was amazing to find the interior didn't match the exterior. A small chandelier hung with cobwebs but still looked impressive to Carrie, the carpet under foot was thick and lush to walk on.

Working on instincts alone, Carrie wound her way into the kitchen where she found a fridge and although it was switched off and probably had been for a while, it was full and a little of it was still edible.

Smiling to herself, Carrie placed her cross bow on the kitchen counter top and rummaged around the other cupboards for something to eat and came up with a can of baked beans, at least, she thought, they wouldn't hurt her if she ate them cold.

As she was looking for a tin opener she glanced down at the make shift bandage she had used from her shirt to cover up her cut. It wasn't that bad when she wrapped it up, she didn't dare take it off; she didn't want to see the rot spread through her body. At least, she thought if she did turn into the living dead, she would have luxuries around her until it happened.

After eating the whole tin to herself, she decided to go explore the rest of the house.

Upstairs there were three bedrooms, each with a dust but well made bed and a wardrobe filled with different clothes. There was a large bathroom, big enough to fit a stone bath tube that could easily hold four people in, a shower, two sinks and a toilet.