What They Don't Know: A Short Story

Part 4

This is the last part! I hope you enjoy! A recommended song for this chapter is the Assassins Creed 2 Intro Song.

I walked down the street, searching for a place that wasn't ridden with zombies. As I searched, a horde of the walking dead came around a corner, their teeth gnashing and their hands groping for something to eat. I looked at them and started running in the opposite direction.

I considered taking my gun out, but I didn't want to attract other zombies. So, I snatched the knife from my belt and held it in my hand as I ran. I could hear them moaning, but I didn't dare turn around.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I shoulder checked to see how close the monsters were from me. Much to my horror, I saw the familiar face of my friend. Amber, with her hair like fire and her blue eyes, now lifeless, stared at me. Unseeing. Unknowing. She limped at the front of the pack, her favourite t-shirt filled with holes and her skin grey and dead.

I choked back tears and turned around again, my entire mind clouded with memories. Amber and I on the tire swing in my backyard, us at the mall, us right after we watched our first horror movie. We didn't sleep at all that night, but I hadn't realized then that everything would be worse than anything Hollywood could create. This was a real life horror movie that I could turn off and forget about.

I saw a building and crashed through the window, landing hard on the ground. The pack of clothes cushioned my fall while the other tumbled to the side of me. I groaned and stood up, looking around.

There was one zombie in the room, which I swiftly killed. Other than that, I was alone. I checked outside again, and I had managed to outrun the zombies, but not for long. They would come back for me, so they could eat my flesh and make me one of them.

I leaned back and thought about the past month. I was still alone in an apocalyptic world with nobody to support me, nobody to guide me and nobody to fill the loneliness inside my soul. I looked outside and saw the zombies wandering around, having lost track of my location. Amber stood among them, sniffing the air like a sick dog.

I stood up from where I was sitting and looked around the room. There wasn't much to it, just a few desks and chairs. I was about to go sit down when I saw a body.

"Hello?" I whispered. No reply.

I walked over and looked at the body. My throat tightened when I saw the body of a little boy, a bullet hole in the side of his head. Lying next to him was a man, holding a gun in one hand and the boy's hand in the other. They both lay there, a calm look on their faces.

I snatched a flower from someone's desk and laid it down on the father's chest. Such courage it must have taken to take his own life, as well as his little boy's, just to save them the pain of the apocalypse.

When I looked closer at them, I saw a note sitting in the boy's hand. I picked it up and opened it slowly, reading the words on the page.

"Mommy,

I know you can't read this, because you left this world a long time ago. But, I wanted to talk to you before I went to join you. Daddy and I heard today that zombies were in the world. Daddy bent down next to me and said that we were going to visit you. He said that he didn't want me to have to worry about anything ever again. So I wrote you this letter. If you can read it from up in the sky, you know that Daddy and I are coming to see you again."

I folded the letter neatly and placed it back in the boy's hand, tears in my eyes. Placing my bags on the ground by the entrance, I rested my gun and remaining ammo on top of the supplies. Someone else could use it more than I could. With that, I took my knife and walked into the streets.

What they don't know is that I'm not scared of death.

Everyone I love will be there to greet me at the pearly gates, and I will remember no pain or suffering from this life. Mom, Dad, Amber. Everyone.

As the zombies come closer, I smile softly.

I'm coming home.

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