Last Dawn of a Horde

Chapter Five: The Reunion of the Stars ~2 John

~John~

    The first thing I asked them is why we had gone so far from uptown.

    Jules answered me professionally. “I’m afraid, my friend, that we need to postpone the trip of rescuing them for a while.”

    My nostrils almost flared. “You what? You say you’ll postpone?”

    Jules backed up. “Look, there are a lot of zombies up there. Since we are here downtown, we just need to venture out here, find supplies, and then get our butts out of here—“

    We hear a gunshot. My head darted to where it came, and I almost gasped if it wasn’t for Jules who pulled me away once more.

    Daniel, one of my classmates, was shot on the head by a distant SWAT sharpshooter—for their good. We run, and several bullets whizzed past my ear. Lucky I still didn’t get a bullet through me, and I can even hear Jules cursing.

    “Damn!” he exclaimed, as we skirted past tall, massive trees. When my body suggested we have already gone away for a good distance, we stopped, leaving all of us panting.

    Geno slammed his bow onto one tree. I guess if it was one of us, it will leave a red gash on his or her skin. “I told him don’t go yet!”

    Jules tapped Geno to cool down. “It’s okay, no more use for crying over spilt milk. At least, you have given him some chance to escape gruesome fate of being infected.”

    I still want to punch Jules right to his perfectly curved nose, but I simply can’t. When everyone stopped panting, I stood up.

    “Come on, we will return uptown,” I demanded.

    Stanley and Jules exchanged looks.

    “Damn it!” I blurted out. “That’s our purpose for being here, right?”

    I guess that brought life back to them.

    Katie sighed. “Oh, God. I never thought I’ll see you guys fight. Look, Mr. Wakefield, Mr. Eddington’s right. We must not revert out from the original plan.”

    Wakefield was Jules’ surname, making him extra cool for the girls. Who wants Eddington anyway? It sounds funny.

    J.D. sighed too. “Who’s up on going to the deadly roads?”

    I didn’t like the way he said deadly, but I raised my hand. Only he and Katie didn’t raise their hands. We will go.

    Jules had let me lead, insisting I ‘know’ some clues where the others had been when actually I know nothing. But don’t get me wrong—I didn’t regret on staying with Rich until the end.

    Five minutes later on our way up again, we encountered our eighth zombie. This time it wasn’t a student anymore—but it was a guy wearing bloody yellow overalls that we concluded he was a fireman. Period. Jules hacked his head and sliced him away that divided him in half horizontally on the stomach.

    Stanley started on suggesting that we should’ve gone on downtown for news, or somewhat in his voice—to loot and find some things very useful.

    “We’ll go downtown tomorrow,” Jules said. “If others in the base are willing to go.”

    It was imperative.