The Survivors

        My legs screamed in pain as I ran like there was no tomorrow. Which quiet frankly there wouldn't be if I stopped fighting now. I took just a second to take a breath in an alley, I heard growling behind me "Don't these guys have anything better to do?" Of course they don't, they simply love to eat Xaviers and drive him nuts. Its what they live for. I appeared again in the street and ran on the abandoned streets. Cars were scattered all over the streets. This must be one of those streets where people had tried to escape the zombies, but had no such luck. It made it hard for me to run. I tripped over a tire. They were much closer now, I could hear them.

        I tried to get up, but my ankle was screaming at me to stop putting pressure . I must have broken it. Crap. I get the nearest pole and swing it at the zombie nearest to me. I jump up and use the pole to support me. I start to run/walk. I'm pretty sure I looked real survivory, limping with about a dozen zombies at me heels. I wouldn't go down without a fight. I didn't want to die. I wasn't going to make it. I knew that. A sound like a something going really fast hit the nearest zombie. I stand frozen, shocked as it stopped moving with a stick sticking out of its head. "Don't just stand there! Get on!" An old woman stands on something with wheels. I get on the platform? Weirdest of all, two big animals were pulling the platform. The woman pulled at the ropes around the necks of the animals and they set off in a fast run.The old woman has gray hair and wrinkles. She's wearing light Brown pants and a white shirt. She is holding a bow. A quiver of arrows are strapped to her back. I can't process all of this mostly becasue of the pain in my ankle. She was giving me a surprised look "Yo'reur a boy! You survived out here? How?" I look at her. The zombies fall behind when she tugs on the ropes and the animals gallop away.

        "I've been kind of running for a long time. What is that?" I say pointing to the animals pulling this thing. I stumble before holding on to the fence for support. She laughed like I should know even though I've never heard of these animals "Horses. They pull our chariots. There are many more of us, survivors." I hold on to the type of wooden fence surrounding the chariot. I was turning sick.

        I leaned over the side and threw up. Mostly bile since I hadn't eaten since two days ago. I hadn't had a break to ever since I went into a restaurant that was apparently popular for zombies. The old woman frowns "Oh dear I think we have to get you there fast. And look at your ankle." It's twisted in a odd angle. I look up at it and then lean down again to empty out my stomach the hard way. When I'm finally finished she brings me a steamy cup from her pack that was tied to one of the horses. I drink it and it's hot, but good when you haven't eaten for some time. She smiles "My names Gloria. You can call me Glo." I half nod, hoping she understands that I hear her. The horses were going to fast, too fast for my taste. My fingers were white from holding on to the fence too much.

        We near the forest I was trying to get to before the zombies got to me. I stare at Gloria directing the horses "How long have you been here?" She frowns "We'll talk later. When we got there. Sleep, it's going to be a long drive." At the word sleep, My eyes start to droop. "Your not going to feed me to the zombies are you?" She laughs and places a blanket over me. It smells strange, but I'm not complaining. I curl up on my ripped up old leather jacket.

        When she wakes me up, we're on a grass field. The air smells bad. Like something rotting. Like zombies. We near a stone wall at least forty feet up topped spiked black wire. The horses lead the chariot to a heavy looking gate.

        Guarding the walls are guys with green pants and green shirts. They all carry bows and arrows or different types of wicked weapons that I could only dream of when I was surviving on my own. There are also guys on towers near the stone walll "Peter, Open the gate!" Gloria shouts beside me to one of the guys near the gate. This Peter guys shouts an order and the gates begin to open. I want to hide, everyone is big and bulky making me shy. Even the old woman seems stronger than me, which is kind of insulting since she looks like a fifty year old woman.

        They open the gate large enough for the chariot before slamming it close as quickly as they can. It makes a big noise. From my view, I can see wooden and stone houses. People dressed in brown and white walk around doing their daily things. They look like they don't have a care in the world. Gloria notices me staring "We trhink it's a waste of time to color the clothes. We use our dyes on other things." Of course, I think sarcastically, it isn't the fact that I haven't seen moving things that don't want to kill me in a long time.

        The road is made out of cobblestone. There are stairs leading up the wall. Surrounding the wall are the guards. I'm jerked off the chariot. I have to lean on the person holding me harshly for support because my ankle hurts even when I'm not moving it. I'm about to shove the guy holding me away, but Gloria just smiles and I stop. I nod. Gloria turns to the guards "Bring Flores. We are going to have a meeting at sunset. In the meantime I'm going to get him cleaned up and checked his ankle." I groan. That ankle wanted to make my life miserable

        '(Author's Note) Hopefully this chapter is OK for you guys. I have no idea what gave me the inspiration to write a story on zombies and survivors, but hey, I tried. I have like a dozen stories stored in my laptop which are constantly being edited so this chapter might change from time to time that I want to try out, but nope, I'm only writing one or two stories at a time. Thank you for reading my story, and have a great day with lots of smiles and sunshine instead of creepy flesh-eating creatures that love to scare you. :)