Last Dawn of a Horde

Chapter Ten: The Showdown ~2 John

~John~

            The winding road ended with a division. There were two ways—the left and the right.

            I fell silent, and that’s when I heard Mr. Riggins yell from the back.

            “Hey, why did we stop? Horde of zombies again up ahead?”

            “No, sir, I—“ I fumbled. “Which way should we take? There’s to the left, and there’s to the right.”

            My teacher stopped, and he was thinking, for sure. I try to poke my head outside the window to my left, and I squint my eyes, I can barely see anything from the ends of either road. Their ways seems to wind up endlessly, like that almost three-mile drive from our escape. The thought gives me a headache, and I can’t figure out something.

            “Go for the right,” Mr. Riggins finally said. “What divides the two roads?”

            I examined the road up ahead. What was between them was wide grassland that was colored yellowish like wheat, but I seriously doubt it. It still feels like grass—abandoned grass.

            “Grasslands, sir,” I said casually, like I wasn’t having this bad thought of me seeing zombie farmers yards away.

            “Well then, just man to the left if you see trouble,” he said, and I knew he was about to slumber into sleep again.

            I pressed on the gas reluctantly, and I didn’t dare to remove my scanning eyes on the right road until I was sure I can see a small dot very far from where we are that was eventually getting larger a bit.

            James nudged me. “Hey, you don’t look so good today John.”

            I try to muster a smile. “I just want to rest sooner or later, if we can ever find some place to stay. My gut’s tugging me, telling me something there’s unimaginable danger ahead of us, getting stronger and more unavoidable.”

            The silence was deafening; James looked at me like I just issued my request to be a fortuneteller or something. Well, I just don’t know why I said that, but I meant it. My stomach rumbled so hard the past hours.

            Then Rolcene uttered an insincere, sarcastic laugh. “You just need to have a good brunch, brother. Well, eyes on the road, and please, can you put us in full speed? This old truck can have a maximum of sixty, I guess.”