Chapter Five
California
Katie goes to Hayley’s other side and throws the left arm around her shoulder. We carry Hayley as fast as we can.
Of course, nothing can ever be easy anymore. About halfway to the police station, I hear moaning and groaning to our left. We all wrench our necks to look toward the sounds. A small crowd of undead are desperately hurling themselves toward us. I look to Katie.
“Get her to the station. I got this.” I gently remove Hayley’s arm from my shoulder and let her shift her weight over to Katie. They take off toward safety and I turn to the zombies. This should be fun.
I take my pistol from its place and hold it with confidence. The corpses come sprinting toward me.
When the first corpse is about five feet from me, I shoot it through the brain. I do the same for the next two, and my clip has one bullet left. I don’t use it, though. I run up to the next one and pistol whip it until it falls. Another zombie gets a whip, and then I swiftly take my knife from my shorts and slash its throat, almost decapitating its head completely. Once again, I’m in my zone. I clothesline the next zombie, catching it completely off guard. Before it gets to its feet again, I kick its head, whipping it back. I bend down over it and give it one firm stab to the chest. I realize one of them has gotten past me.
I run back, tackling it. I yank its head back and cut its throat. Its body goes limp. Mission accomplished. Throwing its body aside, I look around, making sure the coast is clear. Once I’m sure I can move on, I place my knife back in its place and start towards the police station. I reach safety and close the door behind me. A heavy sigh escapes me, and I feel relieved to see Katie and Hayley safe inside. My eyes look past them and scan the room, hoping to see other survivors, or maybe even policemen.
Seeing no one, I look to Hayley and Katie, who both have the same disappointed expression on their faces. I try to hide my own expression, but I can’t even begin to express how hopeless I feel right now. We’re the only survivors here.
I decide not to stand around and mope. I begin searching for weapons. I find a door with a padlock on it. I’m so beat; I don’t feel like finding a key. I pull out my gun and shoot it off. So much for saving my last bullet.
“Abby!” Katie says, sharply, “Do you WANT to have another bloodbath?”
Sure. I’m so done with this all. Noisiness is the least of my worries. What little hope I had before just disappeared in this empty police station.
I rip the door open. Just as I expected- it’s a weaponry room. I load up on guns and ammunition. I find a set of holsters and take two. I put the holsters on my belt and grab a 9mm Smith & Wesson. Holding it up, I aim at a half-empty empty soda can on the reception desk about 25 feet away. Two shots and the can is gone, soda spraying the wall behind it. I drop the gun to my side and look back at Katie, who’s giving me a look like I just slapped her grandma.
