My Song

Chapter 12

        That night I didn't really sleep all but maybe an hour or two, it was more like just laying down and sitting still in dark room. I didn't really care about taking a full shower but I did anyway, mostly because Douglas couldn't stand how I smelled and said that he couldn't be sure if a zombie was next to him or just me. To be honest, I wasn't sure if it was even me... After taking a slow shower in the upstairs bathroom I went downstairs to the basement and found a can of Fabreeze, put some duct tape over the nozle so it was stuck spraying and threw it in the room full of bodies. We weren't going to stay here anyway, I didn't plan on making a home out of this place. I don't plan on being in a neighborhood full of zombies for long, if I can help it.

        I had turned on a lamp a pillow case over the shade to dampen the brightness so it couldn't be seen through the curtains outside, then I began organizing my equipment in my backpack that I had accumulated from this house and mine. I had one more of those molotov-type fragmentary bombs, which I found a small tin box to put it in, that way it wouldn't be as likely to break in my backpack. I put together a first-aid kit that was divided into two sides: one being for major injuries, and one for minor injuries. It didn't have enough gauze though. I made three meals, which I would ration for myself for three days unless someone needs food, even if it is a stranger. Then I had my weapons, which I've already described. My mind wandered to my brother and my extended family while I sat criss-crossed on the floor before my weapons, oh how they would be dying to find out if I'm alive and well. I wondered if my brother and his fiance were still fine, if they'd gotten into any trouble, or maybe had to kill anyone yet.

        I wasn't entirely sure that there was really anyone besides Douglas that I wanted to pick up, plus I might even pick up other people or join a group. I haven't been out into the most busy part of town but I could find some people around that part, but I won't pursue it because doing so would be much too dangerous. But I could indirectly protect these people that are left, if I find out if there's any other gangs like the one we encountered. If I see a group of men or just one man hurting someone who is nearly defenseless I will intervene. But only until I must leave to see my brother.

        Douglas stepped into the room with a map he printed off of Google Maps and layed it out on the bed, I joined him. I had informed him of my plans but he didn't want to follow me, he wanted to leave to the outside of the town and go to Clio. I quickly decided I would assist his departure, and started a plan in my mind. Now we would stich the details of the plan.

        "We'll jump fence after fence until we get to Mt.Morris Road, then cross there and begin taking the train tracks here," I made a line on the map with a sharpie. "Then I'll follow you on the tracks until we get passed Kids Kingdom, then you're on your own." I made an 'X' where we would depart. The thought of not seeing him haunted my mind, and turned my stomach into knots. I had hopes that he would change his mind but I wouldn't try it, I'd just respect his direction and give my all to protect it.

        I wasn't sure if Douglas had gone to sleep or not, but I knew I didn't. I could hear the howling of the zombies in the distance, still hear the cries of anguish in my head from those bandits. It truly happened, I killed more than one person in that fire tonight. Not to mention the other two I killed with Melody. Sigh, no point in regretting a righteous action. Maybe next time though, it can be more humane.... maybe. I checked the clock on the night stand, 1:34.

        When I woke up it was scorching hot, it was bright, and there was crackling. Douglas was screaming at the top of his lunges in my room as well, which didn't improve the situation what so ever. So I got up and took a survery of the room, along with Douglas' psycho-babble. There was a fire indeed, and though my backpack was alright as well as an escape path he was getting annoying. I laced my shoes, stood up and got Douglas' attention by tapping him on the shoulder. He stopped doing flailing and screaming, so I put my index finger in front of his face and waved it back and forth very slowly, then  suddenly back-handed him hard. He was a little more calm.

        "What the he-"

        "Shut up and pack your equipment, we're relocating." I said slowly, with my inside voice. Douglas ran out of my room, and I got everything together. We didn't take much time to get out of any grogginess that ails you after sleep, at least Douglas didn't even have that problem to begin with. We went to the first floor and there discovered half the house was cut off from us due to a wall of flames, and we looked through the windows of the livingroom to see if all was clear. Except for a couple zombies, we were golden!

        I slowly and carefully opened a window on the side of the house, and checked to see if the coast was clear: mission is a go. So I went first then Douglas followed, and we came to the front yard.

        "Did you know that blugeons don't need reloading?!" I asked Douglas sarcastically. He only shook his head and took up the black rod. I broke the neck of one zombie from behind and Douglas beat another to a pulp. We didn't take any time at all to watch that house burn. Two fires within twenty-four hours of each other, boy am I on a roll or what?! We crossed one road without any problems and jumped a fence onto a property, then onto another property. We kept this up until we came to Mt.Morris Road, which was filled with cars and big-rigs. There was still no sign of any action whatsoever, which scared me a lot, I wondered if I just wasn't seeing the zombies. I had trouble keeping track of Douglas as well, he kept disappearing in the shadows. I hesitated when we came to Mt.Morris Road, there were plenty of places for a zombie to remain hidden until it finds us. Which would make this road a challenge.

        Douglas and I came to a mini van that was on it's side, and I got on my stomach to peer under the cars ahead of us. I could see three pairs of feet, but felt there was more than just a few zombies. So I stood up and equiped Melody and Harmony, then showed three fingers to Douglas. He rolled his shoulders back and held the rod preparedly. We pressed on until we came around to the last place those feet stood, and when we rounded the corner then came through and there stood six zombies. We were between two semi-trucks and had three zombies to our right with the six on our left. The ones to our right immediatly lunged for Douglas and he was caught off guard, making him stumble back as he swung and knocked down one zeke. I jabbed one zombie's face in with the head of Melody then swung with the blunt side, tossing the zed to the ground. Two more came at me so fast, but i just chopped my way through, moving like a machine... I suppose. Does that make sense? A machine-... whatever.

        Eventually I managed to take down the zeds that came my way, and whirled around to Douglas to see if he needed help: indeed he did. He was pinned to the ground with one zombie on top of him with another bending over to make a meal out of his face, so I took advantage of the moment. I dropped Harmony and swung hard with both hands at the zed getting on it's knees, so like Newton's Cradle the blunt side of the head smashed the head of one zombie into another. The first head caved in completely and no fight remained in the sucker. The second head only slightly caved in, so I pulled the zeke by the collar off Douglas and rolled him over to see a harsh skeleton-like face. The skin around the right cheek was torn away and the lips only hung from the teeth, part of the right eye was showing from the inside. It truly was grousome. I swung low and broke the blunt of the axe through the head like a watermelon, making quite the mess. Luckily enough though I couldn't see all of it due to the dark.