The Immunity

Ch. 9: Leave Me

"So, do you think they're everywhere?" Blake suddenly asked me, breaking the eerie silence.

I've been thinking the same thing. "No idea, we'll find out though. We're leaving state." I answered, looking over at him.

"I don't want to find out, but then I do at the same time. You know that feeling?"

I thought about Erin. "Yea, I definitely do. It'll be okay though, we'll- oh shit."

Blake stopped walking and looked over at me, frozen in the middle of the sidewalk. "What is it?"

I leaned closer to him and pointed at the movement two houses down from the one we were standing next to, watching his face go pale.

He visibly swallowed before showing that he saw it. "Oh shit is right."

As we got closer, we realized there was a group of them. Four in total just right now, not counting the ones that may be in the house. And they looked anorexic, hungry.

Just as we were getting to the house, Blake stepped on an acorn lying on the road.

Snap.

That's the only sound it made, and I immediately looked at him.

"Are you fucking stupid?" I whisper yelled.

Then when I looked back at the zombies, two of the four were looking straight at us.

"Blake, we're going in." I told him, while taking out my machete and setting my bag down on the curb of the sidewalk.

"Right. Okay. Going in." He said, staring at the zombies with wide eyes, obviously shaken by how much attention they were paying us.

I went over and put a hand on his shoulder, making him jump. "Blake, calm down. We'll do these just like last time okay? Get your weapon and come on."

He nodded, and pulled his machete out of the side pocket of his bookbag. "Let's do this then."

We both started towards the zombies, and I automatically identified their genders. Not that it would make killing them easier or more difficult.

I didn't want it to be someone I knew.

"You take two I'll take two?" I asked Blake, pausing as the three women and one man started towards us.

"Uh, yea. I'll try." His voice betraying the bravery he's trying to show.

I didn't call him out on it. "Let's get 'em then."

And then I started to speed walk, swinging the machete in my right hand to loosen up my wrist.

I reached the group quicker than I thought I would. I hadn't realized as I was getting closer, they were moving towards me.

"Disgusting." I said out loud, scrunching my face at not only the blood and infected skin, but the stench.

I felt someone come up beside me, and I realized it was Blake. "It is. Truly disgusting."

The man of the group was within five feet of me, and I could fully take him in. He was around six foot, and didn't look like he'd care if she cut his head off his shoulders. He didn't look like the others, he didn't appear violent.

He looked like he was in pain.

"C'mon ugly, let's get this over with," I said, getting my swing ready.

The man abruptly stopped, and looked at me. Then he mouthed the words: help me.

This guy was still human? Or did these things learn how to talk? I-

Then I realized something. The cuts weren't legit. I could tell if I looked closely enough, that he was faking it. He was still human.

I nodded, mouthing back: get behind me.

He nodded back, and zombie limped around me. But, the other two noticed.

Wait, two?

"Kiara, are you okay? That one just went-"

I looked over at Blake, but also saw the missing women behind him.

"Blake, behind you! Move!" I shouted, not waiting for him to react and shoved him out of the way.

The woman was obviously not faking it, her skin was turning black in some areas and her teeth were completely rotted.

I swung, the blade making a slushing sound as her head was cut clean off of her shoulders.

One down, two to go.

I turned around, and saw Blake standing over the woman with red hair. Good. One left then.

But where did it go?

"Kiara!" Blake yelled, but my reflexes weren't quick enough. My legs were taken out from under me, and I fell right on my backside.

"What the-" my sentence automatically being cut short when I looked up and saw the last woman gazing down at me, her long black hair surrounding her face.

My heart stopped. It was my mom.

"Mom?" I asked tentatively, hoping she could be faking it like the guy.

She wasn't.

She grabbed my shoulder length hair by the roots and started to drag me down the pavement of the road, but my reflexes were back.

I quickly reached my arms up and grabbed hers, pulling my feet over my head and yanking my hair from her fingers. Before she could register that I was no longer in her grasp, I stood up and swung my leg up, attempting to kick her in her temple.

Turns out, I'm not a ninja.

She realized that I was free, and turned ten times as violent. Grabbing my arm, holding me still, I saw another one come up behind her. Her grip on my arm only tightening as I tried to pull away, and the other woman grabbed my throat; cutting off my air supply.

Just as my eyes started to close and my legs give out from under me, both hands let go.

I opened my eyes, seeing Blake in front of me. But he wasn't looking at me, he was looking at the ground beside me.

It was my mom, and she was definitely dead. Somehow, Blake new that she was my mom; because when he looked at me he looked sympathetic.

My legs finally did give out from under me, and I sat down onto the sidewalk. Blake sitting down beside me and putting his machete down.

"Kiara I'm -" he started.

"You should've left me. Saved yourself. Went home to your grandmother." I said, staring at my mother lying in the middle of the road, bleeding out.

I felt his hand on my shoulder, but I didn't move. I didn't even look at him, but he cupped my chin and forced my face to face his.

"I wouldn't ever leave you. And I'm sorry about your mom." He said, letting go of my face, but I stayed looking at him. He finished his sentence with almost a whisper, "My brother went the same way."

His brother? "Blake, you don't have to apologize, I-"

He cut me off this time, standing up. "We need to get moving. There's a guy who wants to talk to us, the phony zombie." He said, reaching down his hand to help me up.

Taking it, I stood up and brushed my clothes off. "Well let's go hear what he has to say then."

Neither of us saying a word as we walked towards the man, the silence speaking for itself.

Good right? What's alternative word that could be used for zombie? Every time I use it, it doesn't sound right.

Also, note that I write most of my chapters around 12 in the morning. So excuse typos, I try to find them all; but I'm human so cut me some slack lol.

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