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Authors: Jolie Du Pré
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kitchen of this house are little black and white cows. My mother would have loved these.
She decorated our home in country modern with colorful pillows and quilts and her beloved cow collection.
I think about my mother and how much I miss her. When she died, we were not close, but I had hoped someday that would change.
“You okay?” Mark says to me.
I look at him with tears in my eyes. “I’m fine. I just miss my mom, is all.” Mark puts his arms around me and hugs me tight.
Inside the kitchen cupboards and pantry, we’ve managed to find food supplies we can use. We can add the items to our stash.
Katie, Bill, Gary, and I have decided to sleep in the bedrooms rather than sleep in our sleeping bags. I’m staying with Katie in one bedroom. Gary and Bill are in another. However, Mark has decided to sleep in his sleeping bag in the living room by the front door, where he can keep his eyes and ears peeled for anything.
The worst thing about staying in an abandoned home are the family photos I see. In this house, it looks like there were two girls and three boys, plus the parents. They look at the camera, happy and not knowing a zombie apocalypse was coming. Are they all alive and living at a camp? I hope the zombie who wandered out of here was not the mother.
20.
“YOU KNOW THAT CONVENIENCE STORE WE PASSED ON THE WAY HERE?” Gary says to me.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go check it out. Maybe there will be cigarettes.”
“You’ve got a million cigarettes, Gary. Seriously?”
“Let’s go check it out.”
I sigh. “I’ll wake Mark up and . . . ”
“Let the dude sleep. It’s just up the street. Katie and Bill can stay here too.”
“Okay, you’re right. Sounds like a plan. Let me get my rifle. Do you want me to drive?”
Gary holds up the keys. “No, I got it.”
* * *
As Gary and I leave the house to enter the van, I look around for zombies. I don’t see any, but I know they’re out here.
No sooner do we get on the road, a zombie wanders onto it. It’s young and thin with long, dirty auburn hair, and it’s wearing a ragged shirt and torn blue jeans. I get a sick feeling looking at it, not just because it’s a zombie, but because it’s my look-alike. It’s what I could become.
It stares at nothing in particular as it enters the road, but then it sees us and its expression changes to a rabid undead after its prey.
“Watch this,” says Gary.
“What are you going to do?”
Gary drives up to the zombie. Much closer than I want him to.
Then Gary puts his gun up to the zombie’s face as it approaches, and shoots. The zombie’s head splits open and the blood splatters all over Gary’s clothes, and a bit of it lands on me as well.
“Gary! What the hell?”
“That was awesome!”
“Look at you. It’s all on you. Let’s just get to the store.”
* * *
We’re approaching the store. From the outside, it appears ransacked. Still, it’s worth looking inside.
“Okay, get ready to roll,” I say. But Gary gives me the meanest look I have ever seen and just keeps on driving.
“What are you doing? The store is back there.”
* * *
I open my eyes. My upper body is lying on the seat behind Gary. My head feels like it’s been hit with a baseball bat. My hands are tied behind my back and there’s duct tape over my mouth. I sit up.
“Back down, bitch, before I kill you,” Gary screams.
I put my head back on the seat. I’m shaking and my heart is thumping. What’s going on? Why did Gary do this to me? What’s going to happen to me?
It’s not just my head that hurts; my nose and mouth, covered in duct tape, feel as though they’ve been smacked as well. I lie quiet, wondering how far Gary has driven past the store.
The car is moving, but not too fast. It seems Gary has driven off the main path and onto a side road. I look up at the window and watch the trees pass. Then I look over to the side door.
If I can get to it, my hands are free enough to manipulate the
She decorated our home in country modern with colorful pillows and quilts and her beloved cow collection.
I think about my mother and how much I miss her. When she died, we were not close, but I had hoped someday that would change.
“You okay?” Mark says to me.
I look at him with tears in my eyes. “I’m fine. I just miss my mom, is all.” Mark puts his arms around me and hugs me tight.
Inside the kitchen cupboards and pantry, we’ve managed to find food supplies we can use. We can add the items to our stash.
Katie, Bill, Gary, and I have decided to sleep in the bedrooms rather than sleep in our sleeping bags. I’m staying with Katie in one bedroom. Gary and Bill are in another. However, Mark has decided to sleep in his sleeping bag in the living room by the front door, where he can keep his eyes and ears peeled for anything.
The worst thing about staying in an abandoned home are the family photos I see. In this house, it looks like there were two girls and three boys, plus the parents. They look at the camera, happy and not knowing a zombie apocalypse was coming. Are they all alive and living at a camp? I hope the zombie who wandered out of here was not the mother.
20.
“YOU KNOW THAT CONVENIENCE STORE WE PASSED ON THE WAY HERE?” Gary says to me.
“Yeah.”
“Let’s go check it out. Maybe there will be cigarettes.”
“You’ve got a million cigarettes, Gary. Seriously?”
“Let’s go check it out.”
I sigh. “I’ll wake Mark up and . . . ”
“Let the dude sleep. It’s just up the street. Katie and Bill can stay here too.”
“Okay, you’re right. Sounds like a plan. Let me get my rifle. Do you want me to drive?”
Gary holds up the keys. “No, I got it.”
* * *
As Gary and I leave the house to enter the van, I look around for zombies. I don’t see any, but I know they’re out here.
No sooner do we get on the road, a zombie wanders onto it. It’s young and thin with long, dirty auburn hair, and it’s wearing a ragged shirt and torn blue jeans. I get a sick feeling looking at it, not just because it’s a zombie, but because it’s my look-alike. It’s what I could become.
It stares at nothing in particular as it enters the road, but then it sees us and its expression changes to a rabid undead after its prey.
“Watch this,” says Gary.
“What are you going to do?”
Gary drives up to the zombie. Much closer than I want him to.
Then Gary puts his gun up to the zombie’s face as it approaches, and shoots. The zombie’s head splits open and the blood splatters all over Gary’s clothes, and a bit of it lands on me as well.
“Gary! What the hell?”
“That was awesome!”
“Look at you. It’s all on you. Let’s just get to the store.”
* * *
We’re approaching the store. From the outside, it appears ransacked. Still, it’s worth looking inside.
“Okay, get ready to roll,” I say. But Gary gives me the meanest look I have ever seen and just keeps on driving.
“What are you doing? The store is back there.”
* * *
I open my eyes. My upper body is lying on the seat behind Gary. My head feels like it’s been hit with a baseball bat. My hands are tied behind my back and there’s duct tape over my mouth. I sit up.
“Back down, bitch, before I kill you,” Gary screams.
I put my head back on the seat. I’m shaking and my heart is thumping. What’s going on? Why did Gary do this to me? What’s going to happen to me?
It’s not just my head that hurts; my nose and mouth, covered in duct tape, feel as though they’ve been smacked as well. I lie quiet, wondering how far Gary has driven past the store.
The car is moving, but not too fast. It seems Gary has driven off the main path and onto a side road. I look up at the window and watch the trees pass. Then I look over to the side door.
If I can get to it, my hands are free enough to manipulate the
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