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many explosions and crashing cars around them, so many people running, shouting, and crying, and so much blood spitting across the windscreen, that it was amazing she hadn’t gone completely insane. When Jonas thought back to that first day, it all became a blur. It happened so fast. Mostly, he just remembered Freya screaming.
She shouldn’t have to be seeing this, she was too young. What kind of world did they live in now? How many had died? How many had lived? At the start, a lot of people had stopped by Erik’s house, whether looking for someone, or just looking for help to get out of town. The undead had passed by too, unaware that Jonas and others were hiding inside. It was Erik’s place, and Jonas was all too aware back then who had been in charge, but over time, Erik had backed away from leading the group, wanting to put more time into looking after his family. At first, it was just Jonas and Dakota, sharing the house with Erik, Pippa, Peter and Freya, and of course, Mrs Danick. Jonas couldn’t help but smile when he thought of the old woman. She had proven to be tougher than any of them and practical too. The only downside was her requirement for medication. It had run out a week back, and since then, she had become more withdrawn. She never let anyone help her, and even now stubbornly refused any assistance. She walked tall, always with a shawl around her shoulders despite the heat, and expected to do her part in protecting the group. It didn’t matter what he or Erik said, she steadfastly refused to accept her age, and told them she would pull her weight come what may.
Randall, Quinn, Anna, Mary, and James, had joined them over time. Finally, Cliff had arrived. There had been others knock on the door, but they had been moved on. Jonas and Erik had agreed to refuse entry to anyone who refused to give up their guns. Society had broken down quickly, and Erik knew many of the scum in the neighbourhood from his patrols. Usually, a warning shot was enough to scare them off, and they had luckily escaped intrusion. One man had threatened to kick the door down, demanding to be let in, but when confronted with Erik’s police issued Glock 22, and Jonas with an axe, he had soon backed down and run off. Jonas couldn’t remember where he had picked up the axe. Somewhere between the church and getting into Erik’s place, he must have picked it up. They had been forced to abandon the car a couple of blocks from the house, and it had been a nightmare just getting those few blocks. By that time, the dead were everywhere, and people were openly brawling on the streets. Jonas shuddered when he recalled that day. As if burying his father wasn’t bad enough, he had discovered the world was coming to an end too, and he’d witnessed things he thought were only true in Hollywood movies.
The end of summer couldn’t come quick enough. The days were hot and long, and seemed to drag into one another like one hot, horrible, tedious day. He longed for fall genuinely to kick in. The Dog Days of summer had gone, taking the thunderstorms with them, but he would give anything to feel that west coast wind again. The storms had flattened out, stirring up nothing but nervousness, but the temperature stubbornly refused to drop. Jonas was always on edge that another big storm might hit, and they would have no notice. Early on, they had all been worried a tornado could hit them without warning without a working television or radio. Erik’s house had no storm shelter, and if one did strike, it would’ve flattened them in seconds. Thankfully, they had gone through tornado season and not seen a single one. No doubt, there had been some, but whenever a storm had blown up, they just sheltered together in the basement and prayed. Dakota had far more faith than Jonas, and usually took them all through the Lord’s Prayer. Remembering those dark days in the basement, all holding hands while the winds whipped around outside and hail pelted the roof,
She shouldn’t have to be seeing this, she was too young. What kind of world did they live in now? How many had died? How many had lived? At the start, a lot of people had stopped by Erik’s house, whether looking for someone, or just looking for help to get out of town. The undead had passed by too, unaware that Jonas and others were hiding inside. It was Erik’s place, and Jonas was all too aware back then who had been in charge, but over time, Erik had backed away from leading the group, wanting to put more time into looking after his family. At first, it was just Jonas and Dakota, sharing the house with Erik, Pippa, Peter and Freya, and of course, Mrs Danick. Jonas couldn’t help but smile when he thought of the old woman. She had proven to be tougher than any of them and practical too. The only downside was her requirement for medication. It had run out a week back, and since then, she had become more withdrawn. She never let anyone help her, and even now stubbornly refused any assistance. She walked tall, always with a shawl around her shoulders despite the heat, and expected to do her part in protecting the group. It didn’t matter what he or Erik said, she steadfastly refused to accept her age, and told them she would pull her weight come what may.
Randall, Quinn, Anna, Mary, and James, had joined them over time. Finally, Cliff had arrived. There had been others knock on the door, but they had been moved on. Jonas and Erik had agreed to refuse entry to anyone who refused to give up their guns. Society had broken down quickly, and Erik knew many of the scum in the neighbourhood from his patrols. Usually, a warning shot was enough to scare them off, and they had luckily escaped intrusion. One man had threatened to kick the door down, demanding to be let in, but when confronted with Erik’s police issued Glock 22, and Jonas with an axe, he had soon backed down and run off. Jonas couldn’t remember where he had picked up the axe. Somewhere between the church and getting into Erik’s place, he must have picked it up. They had been forced to abandon the car a couple of blocks from the house, and it had been a nightmare just getting those few blocks. By that time, the dead were everywhere, and people were openly brawling on the streets. Jonas shuddered when he recalled that day. As if burying his father wasn’t bad enough, he had discovered the world was coming to an end too, and he’d witnessed things he thought were only true in Hollywood movies.
The end of summer couldn’t come quick enough. The days were hot and long, and seemed to drag into one another like one hot, horrible, tedious day. He longed for fall genuinely to kick in. The Dog Days of summer had gone, taking the thunderstorms with them, but he would give anything to feel that west coast wind again. The storms had flattened out, stirring up nothing but nervousness, but the temperature stubbornly refused to drop. Jonas was always on edge that another big storm might hit, and they would have no notice. Early on, they had all been worried a tornado could hit them without warning without a working television or radio. Erik’s house had no storm shelter, and if one did strike, it would’ve flattened them in seconds. Thankfully, they had gone through tornado season and not seen a single one. No doubt, there had been some, but whenever a storm had blown up, they just sheltered together in the basement and prayed. Dakota had far more faith than Jonas, and usually took them all through the Lord’s Prayer. Remembering those dark days in the basement, all holding hands while the winds whipped around outside and hail pelted the roof,
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