Lions, Llamas, and Carnivors

Chapter 2

Three Weeks Later...

    Phil has learned phenomenal new skills by picking off the things from his window with Cole, the man who'd brought the weapons.  Cole taught Phil how to survive on the streets in case he ran into a problem and quick ways to swiftly kill himself, or any other human, if worse comes to worst.  Feeding himself shouldn't be a problem, now, either because he could break into stores and houses to raid for food.  He had the weapons to survive though Cole wasn't sure he had the will to.  Except for his friend, who could very well be dead to the best of their knowledge, he had lost everyone- poor Phil.  He'd probably give up on life before he found Daniel if Phil didn't find means of other human contact.

     "So you're leaving today?" Cole asks him.

     "Yeah.  Dan is the only person left that I know," he says, rummaging through his room for a permenant marker.  Upon finding it, he rushes to the bathroom.

     "What the Hell are you doing?" Cole shouts from the living room before changing his curious look to an annoyed glare.  "You're dead."  Cole shrugs and shakes his head.

     Phil has jumped into the living room with a bandana around his head, which is actually just a purple tie.  He's posing like a kung foo moving waiting pose and has drawn black lines under his eyes like an American football player.  "Why am I dead?"

     "You're an idiot." Cole zips up the bag of guns having left one for himself.  "I better start finding a place to live."  He opens the door and half-smiles back at Phil.

     "No, don't go.  Stay here.  Watch this place for me.  Go down and kill some of them, get food, and come back for sleep."

     "Thanks, Phil," Cole smiles for the first time sinces he'd been there.  "Don't be stupid out there."

     And with that, Phil grabbed his bag, took a drink from the fridge and left without another word from either.

     Bouncing from attic to attic in deserted houses and the storage rooms of abandoned stores, Dan had made it practically no where in the past three weeks.  Having seen no living human in over a month, he'd begun to go stir crazy.  He was scared and paranoid.  He had the nerve to get food every three days or so at any food mart or restauarant he could find to stay at for a night or two before moving a block for the next night.

     Tonight, he's in an old Tesco's building, hiding in the storage area.  He's quietly munching through a bag of Maltesers when he hears a crash.  Immediately, he reaches for something that can protect him when he sees it standing over his bag that has the jagged pipe he'd been depending on for defense.  He drops both the Maltesers and his jaw.  The zombie turns toward him and Dan turns on his heels.  "Shit!"  Running as fast as he can, he still can't out run the thing.

     A corner approaches quickly with no escape.  The zombie has been screeching since Dan started running.  Its sprinting towards him and he knows he's dead.  The creature leaps forward at Dan but out of no where, a bang brings it to a crying ball on the ground.  It siezes on the ground and Dan stands, gasping for air, cursing under his quick, rough breath.

     "Did you get bit?" asks an echoes voice from some unrecognizable source.  It's a woman's voice but its not weak and delicate, sweet nor soft.  It's more tough and mean and rough than anything, but it's not brutal or manly.  "Did you get bit?" it barks again.

     "No, I'm good.  Thank you!" Dan shouted, letting his voice travel about against the walls and steps closer to the cringing, gurgling zombie.  A petite, short, defined woman's silhouette appears from in front of him, light illuminating the edge of her red hair and shiny black suit.j