World War Zombie

4

"W-w-who what when how" I stutter, looking this girl, Sarah- straight into her brown eyes.

' Looked like you needed a little help, those zombies are hardcore." She replied, dusting some blood off the barrel of her gun.

"Zombies?" I must look like an idiot, my eyes as wide as saucers and unable to breathe.

"Haven't you seen the news? Watched TV? Read the newspaper?"

"No??" I reply honestly, I dunno what she's getting at.

She took a deep breath in like she was trying to talk to someone who barely spoke English.

"I dunno where you've been, probably living under a rock by the sounds of it," she began, 

I cut in- "For your information I've been at basketball camp. In the middle of nowhere. Four hours drive away." 

She nodded, as if it all made sense to her now, and continued- "Well, about four days ago, this massive alarm spread through the whole state- someone had been infected with some virus after coming back from the old war cemetary. They were sent to the hospital, put in quarantine etcetera etcetera- but the results were inconclusive. There was something there, but they had no idea what it could be."

"So everyone just evacuated because of a disease?" I question flatly.

"Let me finish my story. She bit- yes, bit- one of her doctors and then he started getting the same symptoms as her, but worse. It spread through the whole hopsital, to friends and visitors, and through the whole town."

"So where is everyone?" I must sound desperate, "Where did they evacuate to?"

"They didn't evactuate- most of them turned into zombies." She replies simply. "This is it- the apocalypse." 

Quoting of a song at a time like this. Brilliant.

"So you're saying that everyone has turned into zombies and we're all gonna die? Don't bullshit me. I'm not an idiot"

"If I'm supposedly bullshitting you, can you please tell me what those things down there that were attacking you and bleeding green blood with holes in their faces were their eyes are meant to be were? Does it not match up almost exactly with what a zombie is described as in every story and tv show you've ever seen?" 

She raises her eyebrows as I am unable to come up with an excuse. I have to say- she's got a point. I'm just refusing to believe that my worst nightmare has probably come true. It's just us now.

"DAISY! DAISY!" I heard a familliar scream. I turn to the noise and see my auburn haired best friend dragging along Joey, trying to break through the zombie pack.

"DUCK!" Sarah screamed as she fired bullets around them, the smell of gun powder stinging my nose and eyes, making my vision blurred.

Sarah tactfully swung down through the branches and landed with a thud on the ground below me, and before I could even react the swarm was almost halved and all three girls were making their way back up the tree.

We took it in turns explaining the situation to Joey and Lucy, Sarah almost unable to speak between her puffing.

A look of realisation struck Joeys face, and she crumpled onto the platform sobbing and shaking. We did our best to comfort her, except we were all in a state of shock- except Sarah, who was looking out over the hills like she did this every day.

"Look." Lucy squeaked, pointing to the cemetary on one of the neighbouring hills, its white cross standing over the city. There was movement in there, for once- and figures stumbled around in tattered clothing in the shadows.