How I Survived The Zombie Apocalypse

Chapter Five - Don't Get Comfy

Chapter Five – Don’t Get Comfy

My heart was racing, I wanted to run up to these people and throw my arms around them and cry and laugh and quite possibly kiss them. I didn’t though. I’d had plenty of time to think about meeting other survivors and the pessimist in me knew that they weren’t guaranteed to be friendly.

“I could have sworn I heard something.” I heard a male voice say through the darkness.

“Like what Lukey?” A little girl’s voice spoke.

“I don’t really know. It came from the track though. We should go check it out.”

“Agreed. If it’s zombies, I get first kill ‘kay?”

I didn’t really know what to think, I hadn’t decided if they meant me harm or not and I knew that if I left the truck and ran into the forest alone and with no supplies, I’d be a goner in days. If I’m completely honest, there was no way on earth I was leaving, I wanted to find a friendly face so desperately I was willing to take this massive risk.

“Luke, I see a truck, or a jeep or something.” The little girls voice had gotten quieter and more serious, and when she stepped from the trees with shotgun raised I couldn’t believe that such a tone of authority could come out of someone so young.

I’d place her at perhaps six or seven. She was pretty cute under the dirt and surreal situation of her pointing a gun in my direction. She had long brown hair tied up in two pigtails and a pink and purple headband sat on her small head.

The boy, or should I say man, who stepped out after her also had a shotgun raised, he was seventeen, perhaps eighteen years old. He was tall, what looked like new muscle pushed on his t-shirt and a distinctive five o clock shadow sat on his face. His hair was dirty blonde and unkempt, looking like it needed a good brush if I’m honest. Overall he was quite handsome if the rugged brooding type is your thing.

“Please don’t shoot me.” I asked politely, still hidden behind my truck.

“Who are you?” The boy asked.

“I’ll step out ok? I’m giving you plenty of warning so you don’t blow me to bits ok?” I really didn’t want to get shot, it would have made my surviving the apocalypse a  complete waste of time.

They didn’t lower their weapons and I cant say I expected them to. First I slowly placed my own gun on the bonnet of the jeep, then I even more slowly stood up straight, my arms up, open palms facing the two of them.

“Hi.” I started. “My name is Alex, I’m from England and I am so fucking glad to have found someone who isn’t a zombie.” I couldn’t help it, at the end I laughed in relief and this weird tenseness that I hadn’t even known I’d been carrying in my tummy and chest just kind of lifted off. Not gently either. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I’d been holding and practically collapsed on the bonnet of my jeep.

“I’m Sandy.” The little girl said, lowering her gun with a smile. “That’s Luke.”