They Left Us For Dead

The Road Trip

We had already been on the road for a while now, maybe 2 hours or so. We were inching our way south slowly. The highways were clear for the most part, other than the occasion stray zombies. They seemed to be mindless, having no thought process other than tearing the flesh from humans.

I would be lying if I said it had been quiet, because Ellis filled the time with more of his stories. Mostly the ones about his buddy Keith.

"I knew this guy, who was tryin' to set the world record for stayin' on a ferris wheel. He'd been up there for like two days or somethin' and he wanted some beer, but they weren't givin' him any. So, he got this rope, don't ask me where he got the rope from, and-" Ellis, was ranting again. I actually liked to hear stories about the world when it was normal. Even if Ellis didn't have so called 'normal' stories.

"Boy, you are wearing me out." Coach says, adjusting to the back passenger seat. I didn't how Ellis could drive and talk like that all at the same time. He was special, and I think he knew that.

Every few hours, we would get up and trade seats, and give the driver a break. We had been driving for almost two days, and it was progressively getting darker, and everyone was very tired.

"Oh shit..."

"What? What's going o-" I was cut off by the looks of a bridge that needed to be lowered. We weren't getting it lowered until we had gas.

"Looks like we've got some people to talk to."

"Well...anybody got a new plan?" Rochelle asked, looking at the bridge, several feet up form where we were standing.

I was so lost in thought, I didn't hear the woman above the bridge yelling down to us.

"Hello down there!" The woman looked young, and had dark brown hair, and seemingly pale skin. Rochelle smiled to herself for a moment.

"Is that a survivor?" Nick says.

"Oh thank God! I thought we were the last women on Earth!" Rochelle cheers, and I giggle.

"You wanna let the bridge down for us?" Coach yelled, trying to make sure he was heard. All
though, I'm sure they could hear us.

"Sorry, we can't. We have wounded up here!" She looks back, as there must be someone laying down with severe injuries, "Nice car dude!"

I looked over to Ellis who was totally lovestruck. His cheeks were as red as a tomato. I don't know why, but it made me...jealous.

"Well...you gonna respond?" I urge him, seeing if he would. He seems to be too in his head to form a sentence. Great.

"Hey, Ellis?"

"Hey hee haw!"

"Aye, Cletus!"

"She's so beautiful...." Ellis said in a soft whisper, and I heard every breath. I was becoming more jealous each second he looked at her. Why was I like this?

"You've been killing zombies for the better part of two days boy, you can talk to a girl." Coach helps him out, but he doesn't seem to be in the mood to listen to much.

"Nah, I can't." Ellis says, softly speaking in a hushed whisper. This was so out of character for Ellis, not being loud or telling any jokes. Something was up with him. I intended to find out...