Last Dawn of a Horde

Chapter Five: The Reunion of the Stars ~2 Jules

~Jules~            

     Rolcene closed the heavy main door with himself. "Go kick some zombie ass for me!"

    Once we are all outside, we immediately headed off to the woods next to the warehouse. I led the task, and John finally saw where we had gone through when we rescued him. After turns and turns and turns, we managed to avoid some SWAT team carrying long armalites walking the roads. Before we can move on, they spotted a zombie walking yards away and they ran for it.

    We ran past their base at the middle of the road.

    About three choppers flew overhead, and when we were hidden in the trees and tall grasses opposite the path where the warehouse was, I got the opportunity to warn the others.

    "Listen," I whispered. "We are going down here, and whatever happens, crouch down until you see me stand. These SWAT will shoot us the moment they see us."

    Stanley said, "Roger that!"

    "Ssshh," Gray shushed.

    We move downwards. I was the first to go down, and when I found out that the land was safe to step on, I whistled to the others. That's the time Miguel alerted me that the SWAT are marching back to their base, increasing our vulnerability. I am very sure the zombie they had taken down was already bathing in its dirty blood.

    J.D. was the last to go, and a few more steps we hear water gushing down from the falls. Yes, we are finally near the Blue River. John looked excited and he went next to me, delight sparkling in his eyes.

    Following the water, we landed on the edge of the river. On the other side of the river stood a huge stone wall with a single hole fit for a human to crawl in.

    John stepped forward. "That's where they got out," he said. "But where are they?"

    I didn't know this place. Surely, inside the stone wall was the great underground sewer system and on the other side of it was where we found John.

    Then a stench welcomed us. Human things--spears, ashes of firewood, tiny bones I recognize that was from squirrels, nut shells, mango peelings, and drying woven clothes--were around. What really surprised me is a lying body of a bloody girl with an arrow struck on her stomach and on her chest. She's dead, for sure. Double dead, I mean. But she looks familiar, though.

    John went to the pile of human knickknack remains. He examined it thoroughly and said, "T-The other girls wove this!"

    I joined him while the others are checking the dead girl lying unconsciously near the river. From the way she looks, she must have been a zombie--her skin was so pale and transparent. So...dead. And surely the Josephites wouldn't shoot arrows to their classmates, would they?

    Katie pleaded her classmates J.D. and Jet not to touch and observe the girl. Suddenly I began to think I know her--the girl had this long hair running down to her waist...

    "No, Jet! Maybe that one is still alive! Maybe it's a trap!" Katie pleaded.

    J.D. said, "Oh come on, it's already dead."

    Katie didn't look convinced. But I was convinced.

    I turned to John. "Do you think they were here?"

    John nodded, as he touched the wooden arrows our classmates possibly made. Seeing these things made me believe so good that my fellow friends are still alive and seeking help.

    Help. That's what I will give them firsthand.

    "That's Andrea," John pointed positively to the shot girl. She was wearing her uniform, and now I believed him--that's my friend's long hair James and he used to pull.