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Authors: Jessica Ward
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starting to get restless. Although we were in a locked car, I still didn't feel completely safe. To make matters worse we had no idea where we were.
"God, at this rate it's going to take hours" Lacey sighed.
"Yeah, I think we might need to pull over soon. Could do with a quick pit stop” Paul said looking out the windows.
“Why, what’s the matter?” Lacey asked.
“I need a wee” Paul replied sheepishly. Lacey rolled her eyes.
“Did you not go before you left?” She asked.
“No, I forgot” He replied.
“Can’t you just hold it?” Lacey carried on.
I turned around and raised my eyebrows at them both. They never failed to make me laugh. We were in the middle of nowhere, pretty much the epicentre of a zombie apocalypse, and they were too busy bickering about Paul’s toilet habits, to care what was going on around us.
To be honest, that was fine by me. It was actually rather nice to focus on the more mundane facts of life, even if it was a debate about Paul’s bladder control, or rather lack of control.
“Actually babe, I need to go too” Nick whispered to me as he slowed the car and pulled over to the side of the road.
We were in the middle of the countryside. Fields spanned for miles. Even if the world was normal again, we would still be the only ones there.
The boys in the car behind us pulled over, it seemed that everyone was holding it in. Lacey and I had the sense to make the most of the luxury which was toilets in the mail room before we left. It’s strange to think that in this new world, a toilet is now considered a luxury item.
The boys had it so much easier than we did. They could stand up to wee. It didn’t matter where they were they just aimed out. It was a luxury that neither myself, nor Lacey had. We were confined to the bushes by the side of the roads, or in the middle of the woods. It really wasn’t the most dignified thing we ever did, but better out than in I suppose.
“Can we continue on our journey now?” Lacey asked sarcastically as Paul came back over, zipping up his jeans.
We all piled back into the cars as we set off further into the countryside.
After rows upon rows of fields and woodland areas, we drove into a small village. The infected certainly seemed to be more active. They littered the streets around us. They stared at the cars as we drove past. They didn’t seem to be the fast movers we had seen previously. They were the slow to react, dithering types. Maybe it had something to do with their age.
They all seemed to be in the 50+ age bracket. Not that I could tell from their facial features, the virus had already consumed that. I guessed from the type of clothes they were wearing. One man still had his flat cap on.
This being said, it didn’t make them any less frightening to look at. Remnants of their last meal were clearly visible, although it certainly looked as if it was a fair while ago. Dried blood smeared across their faces, their eyes vacant, yet containing the most basic awareness of what was going on around them. Lucky for us, they were slow to react. We were way past them by the time they had clocked we were a happy meal on wheels.
These seemed to be lazy zombies. They pushed themselves forward, hobbling a few paces before stopping, seemingly to reassess the situation. They weren’t the brightest of the bunch. Maybe the virus is slower acting in less populated areas, I don’t know. But they seemed more like the first wave of infected we had come across in our time at the apartment.
It was good for us; we managed to pass through with only minimal danger. We had to slow right down a few times, but the infected made no attempt to reach the cars, it was like herding cattle moving them out the way.
They seemed to understand they needed to get out the way. They must be tuned into only the most primal dangers. It was as if we were watching cavemen discover fire for the first time. They didn’t quite know how to react. They eyed the cars
"God, at this rate it's going to take hours" Lacey sighed.
"Yeah, I think we might need to pull over soon. Could do with a quick pit stop” Paul said looking out the windows.
“Why, what’s the matter?” Lacey asked.
“I need a wee” Paul replied sheepishly. Lacey rolled her eyes.
“Did you not go before you left?” She asked.
“No, I forgot” He replied.
“Can’t you just hold it?” Lacey carried on.
I turned around and raised my eyebrows at them both. They never failed to make me laugh. We were in the middle of nowhere, pretty much the epicentre of a zombie apocalypse, and they were too busy bickering about Paul’s toilet habits, to care what was going on around us.
To be honest, that was fine by me. It was actually rather nice to focus on the more mundane facts of life, even if it was a debate about Paul’s bladder control, or rather lack of control.
“Actually babe, I need to go too” Nick whispered to me as he slowed the car and pulled over to the side of the road.
We were in the middle of the countryside. Fields spanned for miles. Even if the world was normal again, we would still be the only ones there.
The boys in the car behind us pulled over, it seemed that everyone was holding it in. Lacey and I had the sense to make the most of the luxury which was toilets in the mail room before we left. It’s strange to think that in this new world, a toilet is now considered a luxury item.
The boys had it so much easier than we did. They could stand up to wee. It didn’t matter where they were they just aimed out. It was a luxury that neither myself, nor Lacey had. We were confined to the bushes by the side of the roads, or in the middle of the woods. It really wasn’t the most dignified thing we ever did, but better out than in I suppose.
“Can we continue on our journey now?” Lacey asked sarcastically as Paul came back over, zipping up his jeans.
We all piled back into the cars as we set off further into the countryside.
After rows upon rows of fields and woodland areas, we drove into a small village. The infected certainly seemed to be more active. They littered the streets around us. They stared at the cars as we drove past. They didn’t seem to be the fast movers we had seen previously. They were the slow to react, dithering types. Maybe it had something to do with their age.
They all seemed to be in the 50+ age bracket. Not that I could tell from their facial features, the virus had already consumed that. I guessed from the type of clothes they were wearing. One man still had his flat cap on.
This being said, it didn’t make them any less frightening to look at. Remnants of their last meal were clearly visible, although it certainly looked as if it was a fair while ago. Dried blood smeared across their faces, their eyes vacant, yet containing the most basic awareness of what was going on around them. Lucky for us, they were slow to react. We were way past them by the time they had clocked we were a happy meal on wheels.
These seemed to be lazy zombies. They pushed themselves forward, hobbling a few paces before stopping, seemingly to reassess the situation. They weren’t the brightest of the bunch. Maybe the virus is slower acting in less populated areas, I don’t know. But they seemed more like the first wave of infected we had come across in our time at the apartment.
It was good for us; we managed to pass through with only minimal danger. We had to slow right down a few times, but the infected made no attempt to reach the cars, it was like herding cattle moving them out the way.
They seemed to understand they needed to get out the way. They must be tuned into only the most primal dangers. It was as if we were watching cavemen discover fire for the first time. They didn’t quite know how to react. They eyed the cars
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