No Survivors

Chapter 6

5 hours and 15 minutes left

I run off into the store hoping there would be a safe place to rest. My clothes stuck to my skin, whenever I moved my clothes would make this weird squishy noise. As I ran through the store I felt myself getting tired. I look around to find myself at one of the corners of the store. Looking up I notice that a sign above me said, "Sports and Outdoors." How convenient. I wonder through the section, there wasn't much to look at; there were a lot of stuff people left behind. Mostly things like fishing gear and boating gear. The camping section mostly caught my eye. There wasn't much there except backpacks. The backpacks were way better than my current backpack, bigger too. I look at the backpacks wondering if I should take one. I pass a small gray backpack. Most of the backpack was gray, it had dark green lines covering it. I grab it off the shelf and start ripping off the tags. I take off the bag I'm wearing and open it. 

I open the other bag and dump in everything I had. In the middle of dumping everything into my new bag, my jar with the red goo fell out. I swiftly snatched as it was falling. I stuffed the jar at the bottom of my bag. My dad would be so mad if he caught me having this. Its just a jar, what's the worst that could happen? I start dumping the rest of my stuff into the bag. The last thing that entered the bag was a notebook and a pen. I thought I got rid of all my school stuff. I pick up the notebook and flip to a random page; most of the pages were blank, there were only one or two pages that I used. I close the bag and walked to the corner of the store. I plant myself on the floor and open the bag back up.I place my notebook on my knees and grab my pen. I tap the page with my pen. Might as well start naming the mutated zombies. At least then I would have the bragging rights to naming them first. 

Jumper- A type of zombie that can jump really high. That's about it, it doesn't do much other than being faster an average zombie and sometimes running on all fours. A person might turn into a jumper if they were athletic when they were human. Might randomly scream if they feel like it.

Corrader- A type of zombie that spits acid at you. Corraders are fat. so just avoid fat zombies. Their acid can melt through a human body. When they aren't spitting balls of acid they make loud gurgling sounds.

Bull- A type of zombie that will charge at you and grab you. Bulls are muscular and tall, their body it unusually large (their hands are huge!). When they spot you they will charge at you like a bull, if they catch you they will grab you by the torso WITH ONE HAND and smash you into the ground. I have no idea what makes a person a bull. 

Alright one more, technically two more, but I don't know anything about the zombie that launches organs at you. I might have to come back to that one later if I ever see it.

Alerter- A zombie that is similar to the corrader except this one projectile vomits a red sticky goo at you. When you are hit with the goo it attracts zombies to your location. The alerter looks like the corrader, so be careful whenever you are near a fat zombie.

The names aren't that good, but at least I'm probably the first person to name them. I got up and notice how sore my legs are. It wasn't the hurtful sore, it was the kind of sore that prevented you from doing anything. I ignore the feeling and run off into the store. I eventually find my dad leaning on a wall at the front of the store. He was looking off to the side. I was about to call out to him when I suddenly felt something tightly grab my shoulder and throw me to the ground. My pipe clatters to the ground a few feet away from me. I catch myself with my elbows. I feel a sharp pain in the side of my stomach. I got sent flying a few feet to the side, I land on back with my bag somewhat softening my fall.

Standing over me was a zombie that looked like he covered himself with black paint. The zombie looked at me with a crazy look in it's eyes. It's mouth looked like it was stitched up; it's nose was ripped up. It's eyes were the scariest part of it's face. It's eyes were obsidian black, it had almost no white to it's eyes. My eyes look down at it's body. The zombie's body was slim, it barely had any fat to its body. It's nails were the size of many. It's nails were curved like a sickle. How do nails even grow like that? I quickly scrambled back. Without making a single sound it started slowly walking towards me. The sight of it just walking was enough to  scare me. It felt unsettling not seeing a zombie try to attack me. I quickly get back up on my feet. I slowly take a few steps back, it didn't it's pace. I walk back a little bit faster, before I knew it the zombie started sprinting. 

It quickly caught up to me and lunged at me. It used it's weight to pin me to the ground, before it could do anything I punched the side of it's face. My fist barely scraped the side of it's face, but it flew to the side. It landed in a crouching position. It looked at me for a second before running off into the store. The zombie's feet didn't make a single sound,as it ran off into the store. It turned a corner and ran out of my sight. I'm naming that one Stalker.I felt my whole shake as I sat there. God that was scary. I quickly stood up and sprinted to my dad. Occasionally I would look over my shoulder, searching for that weird black zombie. I hope I never run into it again.