Citizen Z

Chapter 2

456 days since the virus spread

The next morning

I wake up to loud banging on the bunker's door.

Damn zombies.

Frank is still asleep on my shoulder, he must be exhausted. I slowly slide him off to let him rest his head against the wall.

I get up and grab my revolver that's strapped to my thigh. I check that it's loaded, there's only two bullets. I hope it's enough.

I swallow and put my hand on the door's handle. I can't help not to shake as I start pushing it down.

As I swing the door open, there's no one. I walk outside and shut the door behind me. I walk a bit forward towards where my car is parked.

Suddenly, I heard a loud snarl charging at me.

I jump around and see a zombie charging at me. My finger fumbles to pull the trigger.

The shot is loud, making the crows fly out of the trees. I put my gun back in my thigh strap as I breathe short breaths, while looking at the monster laying in front of me.

The zombie's head lays all over the floor, splattered like a dropped paint can.

We have to get out of here, the shot is going to attract them. I start to panic and hastily go back into the bunker.

"What was that!" Frank says as I come back on, "Did y-

"There's no time. We have to go, now! The others won't be too far behind. We have to go." I say, anxiously stuffing all of my things in my backpack.

I pack the first aid kit, his antibiotics, three cans of baked beans, water and my weapons into the backpack. Frank watches me as I scurry around like a mad thing, trying to get everything done.

Frank gets up and starts collecting his things.

"How's the leg?" I say, almost out of breath as I zip my backpack closed.

"Better, still a bit wonky but I can walk. Kinda." He says as he packs his bags too.

I help him finish packing.

I throw my backpack, his backpack and my sniper rifle over my shoulder and go put it in the car. As I go outside, I could see the uninvited guests starting to arrive.

"Come on, Frank!" I say, getting into the car.

He comes out the door, struggling.

There's no time.

I jump out of the car and pick him up bridal style, putting him down in the front seat. He straps himself in and I anxiously start the car. Looking in my rear view mirror, I see a huge group of zombies charging straight towards us.

"Go, go, go!" Frank says as a zombie bangs on passenger's side window.

The car pops forward as I step on the gas too quick, but it drives away quickly. I constantly look over my shoulder, seeing them running after us.

"That was close." Frank breathes out and lays back in his seat.

"Too close for my comfort," I say and keep driving around the zombies walking around in the streets, "I got some more food in my bag, I'm out of water but eat something, then have your next antibiotic." I say and put my bag on his lap.

"Thank you," He says, taking the stuff out of my bag, "When are you going to eat? You haven't eaten a thing since I've got here."

"I'm fine, really." I say, keeping my eyes on the road.