The car park was full of zombies. When the patients died, due to lack of space, they would have laid the bodies outside in the car park. There was also a helicopter that had landed there, probably to deliver emergency supplies. It was like walking into the set of a movie with the possibility of someone saying “Cut!” at the last minute and telling us that it was all an act, or so I was hoping.
Fortunately for us, there were cars right in front of us, shielding us from the being spotted, in plain side by the zombies. Blake frowned as he took his keys out of his pocket to show us. The keys belonged to a beautiful bright blue, Mercedes car sitting in the middle of lot! The car had six seats and would have definitely fit all of us. Sam, still devastated by what I had done earlier, suggested that we drive two cars and forget about the blue Mercedes. Blake rolled his eyes and started running across the lot to his car.
He reached his car safely without getting noticed! He was good! He smirked at our astonished faces and opened the door to his car, getting in and he drove off! The zombies started to chase after him upon seeing him speed away. This distraction gave us a chance to steal a car. As Grace attempted to open the door of the nearest car, a loud shrill buzzer came out of it. By accident, she had set off the alarm. My stomach sank in dread as the zombies changed direction and started heading for our direction. Everyone tensed up, looking at each other for direction undecidedly. A zombie growled just five cars away from us. Not again!! Everyone took off in separate directions at break neck speed, with self-survival as the only thought on our minds.
A while later, I could feel the scorching heat emancipating from the gravel under my feet as I panted hard while trying to outrun the zombies. It was mid-afternoon and the sun was beating down on me relentlessly! My back was drenched in sweat. I threw one foot as wide as possible in front of the other, giving it all I could to run. Yet, they were everywhere! Hot on my heels! I did not want to die there! My heart beat harder, and louder as I tried to gulp air. My throat was dry and sore. A slight breeze blew my damped hair into my eyes. As I swiped my hair back, I noticed an opening; a path leading out to the main road. Without thinking, I pushed harder in that direction. My skates slung across my shoulders were ridiculously heavy, weighing down on me like lead. I released the laces, letting the skates fall to the ground without stopping my run. I was not going to die there! Where were the others? I whipped my head in all directions, none of them were in sight. The zombies were moaning and growling as they continued to chase after me. I felt a headache brewing in between my eyes and sweat dripped down my forehead. How could Blake have just abandoned us like that? Why did we trust him in the first place? Did we?
Just as I got to the main road, I slipped on a wet drain and nearly went face first into the gravel, if not for my reflexes. My hands broke my fall a mere centimetre above it. I tried to get up but I was feeling so giddy I just slumped back down. My vision was blurring, and everything looked greyish in colour. My head pounded profusely. I looked up to see a car speeding fast in my direction and the zombies less than a hundred metres away. I closed my eyes and prayed that the car would roll over me before the zombies reached. I did not want to experience being torn into pieces and eaten alive. I had seen monkeys having their brains eaten while they were still alive and conscious on National Geographic. I shuddered in horror at that thought.
The car made a 180 degree spin and a passenger door opened. Strong arms picked me up and pulled me into safety of the car just before the hungry hands reached me. Relieved to be alive, in the cool air conditioning of the car, I passed out.
I was awoken by a cool, wet cloth being wiped over my face. I realized that I was actually lying on my Blake’s thighs and he was wiping me. Embarrassed, I quickly sat up and felt a rush through my head. I took a few deep breaths to steady myself. I looked at the back seats, hoping to see familiar faces but there was no one. I turned to realize that Blake was observing me. “Where are the rest?” He just shrugged. Frustrated with his answer, I repeated the question with a raised voice. One of his eyebrows raised up. “I didn’t realize that they meant so much to you. All of them managed to get rides with a group of guys that were passing by.” I just stared at him as the implications of those sentences sunk in. They had probably left me to die. They had not come back for me.
Hurt from their betrayal spread in my chest, making me feel lost, angry and frustrated. I thought that Joyce liked me and I was sure that the rest were too, although we had not had enough time to really bond. How could they have sacrificed me like that? Did I really mean so little to them? I thought indignantly. Blake cleared his throat, “If it makes you feel any better, they probably thought they did not have a choice. You were all running for quite a bit. I didn’t realize at first that the zombies were not following me, so I turned around and tried to look for everyone. Everyone was separated by then, and the hoard of zombies kept coming at me. I know you think I ran away…..and I wanted to… at first, but I came back!” I studied Blake’s torn face. Why was he trying so hard to convince me that he was a good guy? He seemed to be a totally different person now, hands balling into fists and looking earnestly at me. Where did the cool and collected guy go? Could I trust him? He had just saved my life.
“Where did they go?” I asked as I turned to look out the window. We were in the middle of a highway. “Well, they were all running in separate directions but mostly the opposite of which you were running in. The zombies were really closing you in though so I saw why you couldn’t change directions. They seemed to know the people in the van that they got into.” I pressed my face onto the cool glass of the window. In normal circumstances, I would never have done that as it would be harmful for my complexion but at that time, I could not care less. “So where were you heading?”
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Surviving in Chaos
Romance"I liked small children too but this one was a little odd. Her eyes were bloodshot and the colour of her eyes were dulled as if the life had gone out of them. That wasn’t the worse part of it, as she ran, it was obvious she was unstable on her legs...
