'Till the End

Chapter Two: Finding an Ally

[Chapter Two: Finding an Ally]

     I walked through the subdivision slowly, remebering how it use to be. Kids playing together, dogs chasing after a bone or stick for fetch, and the occasional elderly couple who'd scream at someone for walking on their lawn. My neigbourhood was friendly; like the type you would see on television. It was like a dream -  I always thought that it was too go to be true, but maybe this is that it wasall leading up to. Betrayed. The world has turned it's back on me. Not only me, gut humanity itself. I stood there in desbelief, and sank down onto my butt, sitting on some rotten, wood stairs. I closed my eyes and ran my hands over my face, trying to clear my mind. Where is everybdy? Why didn't they come and get me? I thought about it a bit more, but blacked out when something cold and hard, like metal, slammed into my back. I saw  body slowly shuffling towards us. I waved with a flick of the hand. Then, I heard a gunshot. That's when I blacked out.

     When I was waking up, I could hear a little boy start talking. He couldn't have been any older than nine years old.

     "Hey, dad!" He hissed. "I think its waking up!" Did he just call mean it?

     "Supper is ready, Duane. Go eat, I'll be out shortly." An older man, his father, I'm guessing, had a deep voice. It sounded cold and mean, but sensed a hint of sadness. I opened my eyes and sat up slowly, rubbing my stomach. I remebered that I had ben hit with something.

     "W- Where am I?" I asked, my voice low and scratchy. I looked around, jumping back a bit once I the older man. He was eyeing me suspiciously, giving me a hard stare. Had I done something wrong? I smiled at him, trying to releive myself from whatever it was that I had done that could of offended him. "Is this your house?" I raised an eyebrow.

     "Yes, it is. Do you recognize it?" Asked the man, standing up to his full height of somewheres around six - foot - two.

     "A little bit," I replied nodding, and slid off of the bed. He can probably tell what I'm thinking. I thought. This is really, really awkward. I looked around, and examined the pictures on the wall. "Lauretta and James White," I murmured. "This is their house. "Do you know them?" I asked, turning to face the man.

     "The place was empty whe we got here," He told me.

     "Oh... They are good friends on my mom and dad." I sat on the bed, and looked down at my feet.

     "Come on out when you're able." And with that, he turned on his heels and walked out of the room. I wrapped myself in a blanket, and walked into the kitchen. Duane and his father were sitting at the table, scooping beans onto their plates.

     "Dad..."  Duane whispered, nudging his fathers shoulder. Seeing them side by side made me think they were twins. The both had the sae tone of dark skin, sad bown eyes and curly, use - to - be buzz cuts that were in dire need of a trim. "Please, come sit down. Help yourself." Duane smiled nervously, and pulled a chair out for me. What a gentleman! - But he did call me an it earlier. I smiled at him softly, assuring him that there was no need to be afraid of me. He smiled back, relaxing. "I am Duane. What's your name?" He asked.

     "It is very nice to meet you, Duana. My name's Reghan." I smiled at the little boy once again, and scooped some beans onto my plate. I had never liked them, but it felt like there was a giant hole in my stomach from hunger.

     "I'm Morgan," Duane's father finally said. He picked up his spoon, and scooped some beans onto it.

     "Dad!" Duane gave his father a stern look, and he dropped his fork. "Say a blessing." Morgan took his sons hand, then mine. The boy reached out for my hand, and I took it, sighing.

     "Dear God. May you give us your strength and power in these hard times? May you watch over us, and help the ones who may need it. Give us what we need, and give us knowledge. Amen." Morgan spoke clearly, his head bowed, and his eyes clamped tight. We all let go of each others hands, and started devouring our food.

     "Before I passed ou earlier, you shot a man..." I murmured quietly, not looking up from my plate. I took a deep breath in and sat up straight.

     "A man? That thing wasnt a man..." Morgan spit, giving me a strange look. "That was a walker." Silence came upon us for what felt like hours, but then he spoke again. "Do you even know whats going on?"

     "I woke up in the hospital today... I was in a car accident, and I am not quite sure how long I was out of it." I explained, feeling myself start to become quite confused.

     The sun started to set, and Morgan explained to me what was going on. I was completely shocked. What is my friends and family are dead? How am I suppose to survive when I leave this place? I don't have any weapons or food! Will I die as soon as I go out there? This is the zombie apocalypse.