The Dead Walk

Us and Them

Those moments when you know you've fucked up, the ones where you can feel the consequences closing in... right now I'm in one of those. The light illuminating from the grey sun gives me a dusty view of the room.. well closet actually. A bunch of cleaning supplies, a broom, and some.. thing else made of plastic it has some hoses and stuff.. I'll ask dad when I see him again. A door creaked open, and I break from my thought.

Fuck fuck... what to do.. what to do??!!!

Someone in the trio is whispering.. probably the man.. they are coming down the hallway slowly. I hear creaking above me, so one must be heading upstairs. Dad taught me a lot of shit and on thing that's has really stuck with me is that indecisiveness will get people killed very quickly. So now I have to make a decision, which is to fight or to run. I push the door open, a flash of a black jacket comes and I run into someone. We both fall down and the thud rings through the house.

The boys long hair partially covers his eyes.. green eyes, very green eyes... raven black hair that is followed by a very pale skin tone. I can feel a nervous sweat that is giving me chills down my spine and I have my hands closed so hard they are turning white. His eyes grow large and he pulls out a black pistol.. aimed directly towards me.. fear shuts everything out... my heart drops as he pulls the trigger and my ears fill with a painfully loud noise... but he didn't shoot me.. I don't feel off in any way.. nothing.. did he miss? A thud behind me pulls my my attention.. it was one of the runners.. he saved me.

"Ryan!? Did you just shoot?!"

I'm sure he heard the question, but he gave no reply..

Do something!! Get the hell up and move!

I ignore the voice in my head.. these are the first people that I've seen in a while that haven't tried to kill me.. maybe it's just the kid and the guy and woman will kill me.. too late to run now though.

The black man and the woman came running down the hallway.

"Ryan! Are you okay?!" The woman asks as she runs to him and grabs his arms forcefully.

The boy nods. She kisses his pale forehead and he stands up with her. He's skinny, but not unhealthily skinny.

"What's your name?"

The black man's voice hits my ears.. very deep. His mustache moves with every word and his beard is speckled with grey hairs.

"Justin" I say "I'm not anyone's enemy here"

"Nobody said you were kid" he lowers the gun and shifts his stance "are you with anyone?"

"Max! Let's go boy!" My voice echos. Max comes running in, snarling at the group.

"No Max! These are friends" max puts his teeth away but still has a low growl coming from his throat. "He isn't gonna do anything.. as long as y'all don't"

The black man turns to the woman. "My name is Leroy, that's Miranda, and he's Ryan" he slings his shotgun over his shoulder "so Justin, where did you come from?"

"Quarantine zone eleven" I say "Iowa area.. come up to Montana for the beautiful winter scenery"

Leroy smirks.. his mustache canting to one side "what's your real reason?"

-sunset-

The cold really sweeps into you... here the thickest jackets are like small shirts. This fire is a must, and man it feels great. After explaining my story to Leroy, he offered to take me to his camp. So here we are.

Ryan and his mother sat across from me at the fire. Leroy squats as he walks up.

"Why did you let me come with you?" I ask

"Cause it's us... and it's the infected. We have to watch out for each other. That's how we make it through this bullshit"
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                                                            -David