The Zombie Trials

Chapter 2

The girl just stood there. A blank look on her face. Even with the dirt and grime she was beautiful. She had blonde hair. With a colored layer underneath it. She had on a blood stained white jacket. And her eyes were a lighter blue color.

"Uhm. H-hi" she said. Her voice crackled with the words.

"Oh. Hello, how were you down there with that thing?" I asked curiously.

"Well, it happened yesterday. Whole hoard of them things followed me!! I ran to this house and managed to lock myself into the basement before they could catch me. Then I found that ugly thing down there. I didn't know what else to do. So I hid myself with a knife. In the cabinet down there. Once I heard the door up here break down. I decided to take a look." She explained it all to me in what seemed like a single breath.

"Damn this girl can talk" I think in the back of my mind.

"What's your name?" She asks.

"Nathan." I said slowly. Still pondering of the thought of her being down there alone with one of those. "What's yours?"

"Well, Nathan. Thank you for killing that thing. You pretty much saved me without knowing. And mine is Bridget. Bridget Turner" She smiled and kept looking at me.

"It's no problem I guess. He would have killed me if I hadn't killed him first."

"Yeah true. But, where did you come from? I've never seen you around this town before. And I grew up here." She asked.

"Idk exactly. I was on my way to Colorado and my dad hit one of the biters. And it caused him to crash." I explained.

"Where's your dad now?"

"He didn't make it. The one he hit came back and attacked him. His screams attracted others. And they just tore him apart" My voice cracked when I explained how it happened. And I felt the tears coming up, but I held them back.

"Oh. I'm really sorry for asking. I didn't know" she had a sad look on her face and she laid her hand on mine.

"It's fine. But anyway. I haven't seen a single survivor since this whole thing started. How did you stay alive by yourself?" I asked curiously.

"Well I wasn't alone till recently. The the girl that was with me. She sorta.." She trialled off and I saw a year come to her eye.

"If you don't want to talk about it. It's completely fine. I understand." I looked into her eyes as I said it.

"No. It's fine. I've found that talking about it always makes it better. Her name was Iris. She killed herself when she found out her parents were dead." With this she started crying and I walked up to hug her.

"I'm not the best at making people feel any better. But do you need a hug?" I held my arms open and she basically jumped in my arms. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel any better?"

"No your fine. But. Can we just get out of this house? I'm tired of being stuck in here and the smell of that "biter" as you called it isn't helping."

I walked her into the living room and started packing my things. As I was about to move the couch I heard some banging on the door. I jumped up on the couch and looked outside and all I could see were walkers on the front porch.

"Go check the back porch" I say in a hushed tone. "There are too many out here to fight. We need a quick way out."

She ran into the the kitchen and looked around and came back to me.

"The back door is covered also" she said with a sad tone.

"Fuck. What about the upstairs?"

We both grabbed our things and ran upstairs and looked for a window for a way out. But there was nothing. They were all drop offs into biters or just inaccessible.