For the next few days, we drove all over Singapore, exploring supermarkets and convenience stores, stocking up on supplies and looking for my parents. We did not venture into any risky places, preferring only to explore blocks that seemed clear of zombies and we always got back to the school by nightfall.
My brother called again on one of the nights, “Hey sis, Dad tried to contact me but the connection was off so I couldn’t hear anything.” The news lifted my heart and kept me determined to find them. They were still alive but could not find a way to contact or find us, I thought to comfort myself.
We were inside IKEA Queenstown stores when a huge, silver coloured van that was booming music over the loud speakers, parked into a lot. A group of people emerged. “Hide!” warned Jonathan, a 19 years old guy who had decided that he had needed some “fresh air” and came with us that day. Blake grabbed me by the waist and swiftly pulled me to hide behind the counters. “We aren’t safe here. They are bound to search this place!” I hissed.
Jonathan and Blake exchanged looks with each other that I could not comprehend. The next thing I knew was that we were all shoved into a tiny, pitch black, janitor’s closet. It was so small, we were pressed against each other. My back was against the door, with Blake in front of me. Our faces were pretty close together and his breath fanned across my face. Jonathan shifted, pressing Blake a little too close to me. I widened my eyes at the contact. I felt his leg move as he stepped on Jonathan’s foot pretty hard. I heard a grunt and Blake was able to give me some breathing space.
The ‘visitors’ moved around the place noisily. From what I could hear, they were picking up random stuff to examine and discarding the items that they did not want by throwing them onto the floor. “Take all the knives, food and sharp instruments that you can find!” This voice seemed familiar and I frowned. I felt the door knob shaking as someone tried to open it. “Hmm, now this is fun!” that familiar voice commented. I heard the locks being picked and disengaged before the door opened. Blake grabbed and held me up before I lost my balance and fell backwards.
Blake’s expression was of shock at our perpetrators. I turned around, saw the faces, and froze in recognition. “Cassie, is that you?” Joyce, from the corner of the room beamed at me. Her appearance was scruffy and dirty, and I became self-conscious that I was wearing proper clothes that was cleaned at the school. The person who had picked the lock, was familiar too, but I could not tell from where. Grace and another unfamiliar guy were silently watching me, Blake and Jonathan. Then I realized that this lock picker was the rude guy from the MRT train.
“Hmm, why don’t you surrender what you have and leave? You guys look so clean… maybe you could tell us how you have been coping?” He suggested with a sinister smirk on his face. Joyce ran over, “I thought you were dead!” Ignoring her, I studied the lock picker, gamer guy and realized why I had been left behind. He probably hated me and was holding a petty grudge. I was not going to betray Blake and his family by allowing this malicious group in particularly, him, to join us. I had to figure a way out of there, away from them.
We were saved by the bell. A hoard of zombies were heading in our direction, probably drawn by the loud music blaring over the speakers of the van. Stupid, stupid group. If they joined us, we were bound to die. Blake and I looked at each other. I nodded, no more running. We would try to fight our way out before we were trapped.
Jonathan pushed past us from behind, sprinting out of the store towards the car and we followed. The group were stunned at our behaviour but did not follow or try to stop us. I had managed to sneak a few knives into my boots and jeans before they appeared so I took two out. I did not want to die there. The hoard of seven zombies reached the car about the same time as we did.
Blake was fast, evading them as they charged at him, and slashing the necks of two that had grabbed him. Jonathan was tackled by a female zombie was wearing a red shredded dress and had lost a shoe. I identified the zombie that charged at me to be a man. He had five scratches in random directions, from his jaw bone to his collarbone. The jaw was unhinged on the left side, and he was shirtless, displaying his horrible but used to be toned chest. His abdomen had a neat bite out of it, exposing his rib bone and a strand of intestine hanging loosely out of it.
When he came charging straight at me, I tried to plunge my knife into the middle of his head, but he was unstable on his feet and swayed sideways, so I missed him. He then tackled me to the ground, knocking the breath out of me. I pulled up my knee into his stomach where it collided into the disgusting hole he already had, before he could take a bite out of my left cheek, making him miss his aim for my face and ending up biting the ground. I put all my effort into pushing him off me and was getting up to grab the knife where I had dropped it a mere hand width away.
He tried to tackle him from behind but Jonathan saved me by plunging a knife into his head, splattering blood all over me. Another zombie came charging at us, as I stood up, grabbed the zombie by the neck as he reached me and slashed it open. Blake had started the car and Jonathan was finished off another zombie. We quickly got in as more ran towards us. Even as we were closing the doors with Blake driving, a zombie hanged on to the door. Jonathan and I had to both pull the door in a bid to stop both the door from opening because of the zombie and the speed the car was driving.
We finally managed to close the door, slamming the door shut, severing its hand off. It felt onto my lap still crawling. This really irked me out but Blake took it and threw it out the window before I could scream. We rolled down a few more zombies and was soon on the highway, safe from all the mess.
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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...
