A Short Story
I looked out of the safe room door, watching the rotting figures limping around the yard, searching for food. They seemed to avoid the door as if my angry glare drove them away. The stench tingled my nostrils and made my eyes water. It was disgusting but I was too busy hating the horrid zombies to actually avoid it. We shouldn’t be here. We should be in City Hall trying to get help. I turned and looked at my team mates, who were staring sympathetically at me. There’s Francis, thirty-eight though he swears that he’s thirty-four. He’s 6ft1 with short black hair that is normally covered by a black bandana. He has a goatee and his whole appearance just shows that he is a biker. Then there’s Bill, a stern sixty-nine year old war veteran. He is 5ft10, has shaggy grey hair and a small grey moustache. He is the most experienced in our situation. “Zoey, we have to go,” Bill said in his husky voice. I nodded then grabbed my rifle, pushed past Francis who yelled at me for it and kicked open the door.
“Let’s go!” I growled through gritted teeth.
We stepped out into the open, catching the attention of the vicious zombies. I ran off towards a group of zombies that seemed to be lost, hit them over the head with my gun then started shooting them down. A few jumped up on me from behind and I tried my best to fight them off while my team mates were doing the same with their little party. “Zoey, watch out!” Francis yelled then shot at one of the zombies, almost getting me in the shoulder.
“Francis, I swear to God, if that was on purpose, I’m gonna let all of these zombies get you.”
“Whoa, calm down it was an accident alright?” he shouted. He then sprinted out of the yard and into the street. I looked at Bill in panic and he followed Francis out of the yard. I finished fighting off the rest of the zombies and ran after the both of them.
“Bill? Francis?” I called in a whisper. I eventually found them, hiding behind a van, talking and reloading their guns. I joined them then nudged Bill. “Hold up, Zo. Look over there.” I looked around the van and saw a girl, crying.
“Looks like she’s upset, should we help her?” I asked. As I walked a step forward, Bill grabbed my arm.
“Take a look at her again, sweetheart.” I did as I was told and realised that this girl had claws that were about two feet long.
“Oh God! What is she?” I gasped.
“That is a witch. Don’t attack her, go near her or point your flash-light at her or you'll regret it,” The crying continued but seemed to be getting quieter. “Right, she’s going away, come on.”
Sneaking past the witch was not easy as she kept crossing our path which almost got us killed. We found an underground tunnel near the town’s park. We’d been walking through it for almost two hours before we found a door. “Let’s check it out,” I suggested to the guys.
“We’ll never get to City Hall at the pace we’re going at,” Francis complained.
“Oh, stop bickering you two!” Bill yelled, obviously getting annoyed at us two arguing all the time. Francis and I looked at each other for a second then I rolled my eyes and opened the door.
“Oh my God,” I gasped. In the corner was an African-American man, curled up on the floor. “Guys, help me get him up.” We sat him down on one of the chairs. He gazed at us while we were getting things for our journey, like food etc.
“What’s your name?” I asked quietly. He looked around then back at me.
“Nice to meet you Louis, I’m Zoey, these are my friends, Bill and Francis. Come with us, we’re going to get help.”
He nodded so we walked out the into the tunnel again when we heard a gurgling noise. Francis ran in front and out into the street while Bill went to find out what the noise was, leaving me and Louis by the little room. “I really don’t like this, I miss my family and I don’t think the library will want their book back,” Louis cried while pulling out his muddy book from his pocket.
“Hope they’re back soon, this place is really creeping me out.”
“Zoey! Boomer!” Bill called and we all ran outside. A boomer is a special infected, it’s a fat, slimy zombie that throws up bile over a survivor and that attracts the horde of normal infected zombies.
“Look, City Hall’s over there!” Bill shouted. We finally got there and I went off to search for a radio.
I walked into one of the offices and found a radio, sitting on the window ledge.
“Hello?” I hesitantly spoke through it.
“Hello, do you have a problem?”
“Yes, me and my friends are stuck in City Hall and we need a boat.”
“OK, we’re on our way.”
I ran back in the front room where everybody else was and told them the good news.
“Yes! We are finally out of here!” Francis screeched. Suddenly, there was a loud banging on the door.
“No, they found us.”
“Who? W-what are those things?” Louis whimpered.
“Zombies, don’t worry, you’re safe. When the boat comes, we have to go to the river behind this thing,” Bill said. Francis fought off the zombies while I tried to comfort Louis. I heard screeching outside so I went to check.
“Guys, the boat’s here.”
“Come on, hurry!” Bill ordered.
“Actually, I don’t think you’ll want to go out there now,” Francis said slowly.
“There’s a tank.” Another special infected. It’s about 12ft tall and 12ft wide. You would not like to be caught with one in an enclosed area. “Oh that’s just great,” Bill complained. Bill ran off with Francis to kill the beast.
“I think I should help,” Louis spoke after a while. We both went out but as Louis stepped out, the tank nearly crushed him. He would have been crushed if Bill hadn’t have pushed Louis out of the way and taken the beating. Francis killed the tank while I stood there screaming. “Bill!”
The three of us climbed onto the boat, leaving Bill’s lifeless body behind.
“Zoey, it’ll be OK,” Louis held out his arms to me and I walked into them. We hugged close as I cried my heart out. “We’re finally away from all of this,” Francis smiled.
“Hmm, maybe, how do we know this hasn’t spread all over the world?” I sighed.