No One Believed: A Zombie Thriller

Wandering:

Their eyes bore into my soul. Just watching me. I can't leave them like this, I have to kill them.

I search around the van for my gun. Turns out it's on the bed, next to my zombie cousins. The way they look at me, not moving, creeps the hell out of me. The shock of the situation is gone. Nothing left, but sorrow and determination. I slowly squeeze pass them, their eyes following my every step. Gun in hand, doubts flood me. Memories of the past clutch at my chest. They were the only family who didn't blame me for dad's death. Only ones I could call family. And I let this happen to them. I couldn't save Eric, but I could've saved Thomas. Prevented all of this. Now there is no one left. No family. No friends. Just me. And two zombies. I take a deep breath and calm my mind. "Bye bye family." The shot rings in my ears, a tear escapes.

...

That moment, I decided, I can't stay in the parking lot. So, I drove the RV pass sicks and debris; to a small clearing in the woods, following old car tracks. I lay my head on the clean grass. Taking in the night sky. Stars shining and hiding behind tree tops. The cool breeze on my face. I could stay like this forever, but I know I can't. Even with this knowledge, I drift off into a blissful sleep. Not a care in the world. If I wake up to a sick munching on me, then so be it. I'm not long for this world anyway.

My eyes shot open to branches begin broken. The distant sound of panting. Is it another person? My thoughts were answered, as a black and white husky came out of the bushes. My body relaxes. "Tsk tsk. Come here boy." The dog wearily walks to me, sniffing my palm. Cautiously, I move my fingers through its fur. "Hi there. You seem lost." He whimpers. "What's your name?" I search around his neck for a collar. "Sid, huh. Well Sid, you want to be my new buddy?" He stares at me with his beautiful blue eyes and licks my chin. "I'll take that as a yes." Everything suddenly felt normal. Like there wasn't zombies lurking every corner. No one was killing others. Eric and Thomas was alive somehow. Everything was just so nice. I know it's dangerous thinking, but I decided to continue this way. To find beauty in the dead. In the end. To place all my sanity upon a dog. As long as I keep Sid safe, everything will be fine.

Strangely, things were peaceful. Not one sick was nearby nor did I have to think about putting anyone at risk. Just me and Sid playing around, eating, and sleeping. These few days were so quiet, I almost thought the whole thing was a part of my imagination. Well, I did until I heard them coming. Hundreds of moans heading my way. Trees rustling. Branches breaking. The marching of footsteps. And Sid barking. I begin talking to myself in fear.

"Maybe they'll just pass just if we stay quiet. Or we could run. No. I can't run. I might have been lucky lately, but my dreams and visions will come back. They always do." My mumbling is interrupted, by pounding fists on the RV. "Shush boy, shush." I whisper. I hold him, petting his head. Hoping to calm him down. It works. He stops barking and sits on my lap. Whimpering here and there. He's just scared.

...

Hours passed before the pounding stopped. No moans can be heard. Just an eerie silence. Still a bit shaken up, I walk towards the door. As if knowing exactly what I'm doing, Sid runs into the room. I open the door slowly. Peaking my head through, I take in my surroundings and see no one in sight. A breath of relief escapes me. I step outside and land of a twig snapping it in half. Moans fill the air once again. Sicks from every direction coming towards me. Not knowing what else to do, I scream. Most likely signaling every sick 20 kilometers from here that it's time for dinner. Yet, I'm still here, just screaming. They continue to pile up, but no one comes within 5 feet of me. They're frozen. Just like the sick from the parking lot.

A wave of courage flows through me. Then I get the craziest idea. Let's walk up to them. A foot at a time, I walk closer to the nearest sick. But they just move. Every step I take, they step backwards. I decided to run up to them instead. Which only led to perplexed faces and some sicks "running" away. No way this is real. I can walk straight pass a sick and they'll just freeze up watching my every move. Or if I run they'll run away. Did I change into some lifesize zombie repellent after I got bit?

This is insane! A zombie repellent? How is this possible?

I walk into the RV. Sid runs into me, knocking me over. "Okay, now boy. Everything was is alright." This does nothing to settle his nerves. What am I going to do now? I have no one to protect nor any human companions. I truly hope Anne is okay. I don't know how I feel about Luka or Nino. Do I care about their well being? After they left me for dead? Saved themselves without a second thought. Really should I care? NO! So, why do I find myself crying at their betrayal? Crying, because I don't know if they're okay. If their alive. I don't know if they saved Anne. If she's alive. Lord what are you doing to this world. Is their even a lord? All these questions I ask myself. Such useless thoughts. Pointless things. I need to keep moving. No need to dwell on them.

Why should I, when no one believed?