Zompocalypse Diaries (QUICK edit finished)

November 28, 2012

Nov. 28, 2012

We left the motel early this morning. There's no way we can stay in this place anymore, the hordes are getting larger and the few single shuffling horrors that pass are coming by in closer intervals. Are there no survivors left?

After waking up to Jordan's warm hand holding mine (and a few curses thrown at him because of it), we were ready to leave the motel. We each grabbed our bats and a bag apiece. Jordan stored the handgun in the waistband of his jeans, I slung my zombie kit over my shoulders and we were out the door.

We took our time sneaking silently up the walkway in the cold, early morning air. Jordan stopped just ahead of me, almost to the parking lot, peering around the corner.

"Why are you-" I was cut off by the sight of Jordan's hand, frantically waving at me to stay silent. He turned back to me, finger to his lips and beckoned me closer.

I came to a stop right behind him, my body pressed into his back, and peered under his arm and around the corner.

All I could see was a mass of bodies, thriving and moaning as one, all decomposing faces looking at the same spot, just out of our line of vision. The smell of rotting flesh assaulted my nose and it was all I could do not to heave and give away our position.

"Why do you think they're all grouped together like that?" He whispered into my ear, the warmth of his breath sending chills down my spine.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and whispered back, "I don't know, it's almost like they're waiting for something. Or watching something?"

"We can't go out this way." He said. "There are too many of them, at least 30, maybe more. It's not light out enough to tell."

I stepped back, pulling him along behind me. "There's an open field behind the motel, I saw it on the way back to the room last night. If we can get over the wall we can get to the freeway from there."

We had decided to continue on our way to Tillamook Head, car or not and just pick up more supplies and hopefully survivors on the way. Jordan had snuck back out of the room and into the lobby while I slept, then presented me with a map of northern California and Oregon this morning so we could plan the best route to get there. I could have kissed him for thinking of a map, key words COULD HAVE. I didn't want to give the man false hope.

We came to the solid brick wall, separating us from the field beyond. The thick beige paint over the brick was smooth to the touch, making it hard to find a good hold. The wall itself was at least 12 feet high in hopes to keep out the critters from the overgrown field, we couldn't just hop it.

"Wait! I have an idea, stay here. Keep your bat at the ready, just in case." I said, already running back to the motel.

After peeking around the corner and seeing nothing amiss, I slowly and as quietly as possible, moved back to the lobby. There were so many sheets in the supply room there and I'm sure no one was left to miss them. Little did I know before entering wasn't the only thing in there.

I ran through the door, not bothering to check it for the shufflers first. What a mistake I made. The lights were off, the only illumination coming from the sun's rays that were just now peeking over the horizon. I got the feeling of being watched and stopped stuffing sheets into my kit.

"Dammit Jordan," I started, slowly turning around, "I told you to wait-" my words turned into a silent scream of fear as I turned to face him. It wasn't Jordan, it was Nikki. Undead, rotting, stinking Nikki.

She let out a scream and lunged at me, pinning me to the floor. I managed to wrench an arm free and was pulling at her hair, trying to keep her snapping jaw away from me.