Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

November 26, 2012

November 26, 2012

Dear Journal,

It's been 3 days and I've had no time to write. The days after finding Nikki were just a string of unfortunate events. I lost the car, most of the supplies, gained one comrade and lost another.

After we offed those stinkbags in the parking lot I decided it was time for a much needed rest. With the duffle bags taking up the backseat and shabby, uncomfortable seats in the front, the car wasn't looking too promising.

"Not quite a five star hotel," I said, looking to Nikki, "but it will have to do."

"Why not hole up in a hotel for the night?" She started. "There's one just off the freeway and I'm sure we won't have to pay."

"Let's go."

The short ride was mostly quiet, the silence only broken by Nikki's 'left' or 'right' and it wasn't long before I saw a dilapidated motel sign, towering above a copse of trees.

"Ah, nearly fresh beds and maybe a stocked vending machine." I sighed, turning toward our destination.

"Wait!" Nikki exclaimed, pointing ahead. "There are people there."

I stopped the car and followed her finger. Sure enough, I spotted a small group huddled together on the cracked sidewalk, no weapons or supplies of any kind in sight. "Why do you suppose they're out here unprotected?"

"Beats me. Maybe they need help."

"I'm sure they do, everyone needs help right now. Why should we trust them though?" I asked.

Nikki stared me down for a moment before replying, "Why did you trust me?"

"Touché."

"It's just two guys and a little girl, what trouble could they be? Let's just go check it out."

I sighed in defeat and continued towards the group, still not able to shake the feeling of dread in my stomach that had settled in upon seeing the them.

Pulling alongside the curb just a few yards away, Nikki and I stepped out.

The older man in the group rushed forward and grabbed a hold of my wrists, fear and desperation in his eyes.

"Please," he begged, "please help us. A group of men took our car. My wife and all of our food and clothes were in there. Everything we had left in this world!" He dropped to his knees in front of me, body shaking uncontrollably. "My children, they need food, water. Please help us."