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Backing up, I grab Logan by the arm and he cuts his eyes my way. "Please don't go. We need your help. My Mom needs some food." She laughs. Lifting my Glock, I aim it at her Mom, or what had once been her Mom, but before I can get the shot off Melanie screams. "No, no, don't you dare hurt her!" All three children come running at us, fists flying.
We just make it to the door before we hear the first shot. Turning I see the old man has put a shot through his daughter’s head. The crazed kids cover him on the floor, fists flailing at his old body.
"You killed our Mommy. Why, Gramps, why?" I hear them cry in unison. Just before opening the door to leave these sick people behind, I hear him say, "She wasn't your Mommy anymore."
Logan and I have just reached the Land Rover when I hear a shot ring out, followed quickly by three more. Jumping inside, we roar away. I feel so disheartened and sickened by the happenings in that house. For the first time in a long time I want to cry for humanity. I want to sob for those poor, disillusioned children.
"Should we take down the help sign?" I ask sadly.
Brushing the hair from my face, Logan just shakes his head no. This is the first sign of compassion I've seen from him. Maybe there is hope after all.
Driving down the road we stop at the first nice house we come to that is far enough away from the tragedy we just left behind. We don't want to be reminded of the events from moments earlier and we know we can't stay around the mess left in the yard. Any house close is out of the question because that mess will call to the zombies.
After a thorough search of the house, we find clothes for the kids. With it getting colder they will need coats and warmer clothing. We have blankets piled high in the back of the truck in hopes of finding a permanent place to stay after finding Clara and Beth, if indeed a safe place can be found. Cleaning out the pantry, we find cans of vegetables and soup. Each will sustain us so we grab it up and put it in boxes before we move on. There isn’t any water, but there is a couple of twenty-four packs of cola, which will make Tessa, Gage and Ricky happy. If Gage will ever wake up.
After today's events I am exhausted and ready to get somewhere we can just rest for a day or two, but I know we need to keep going. Gathering as much as we can find, we move from house to house until the truck and SUV are full. We find more gas cans, some with gas some without, but at least we have something to hold more fuel.
The sun’s rays are beginning to fall toward the horizon when we finally reach the last house on the block. I am tired, but today had been productive. We found lots of supplies to not only keep us warm, but to feed us as well.
I am interrupted from my thoughts by Logan, "We might as well get comfy and stay here tonight."
"Hell no. This is still too close to that other house." I say pointing down the road.
Grabbing up the supplies I found, I walk out the door, heading straight for the truck. Once inside I turn the ignition switch only to have the truck turn over, but not crank. Banging my hand down on the steering wheel, I let the deep exhaustion and sadness creep in. Tears come to my eyes as I feel hands grip my shoulder, pushing me into the passenger seat.
"Mak, shh. It's going to be ok." Tessa whispers as she hugs me tighter.
"Come on guys. Grab some supplies and let's make camp inside for the night." Logan says, walking back inside.
"Come on Makayla, let's go inside." Tessa says as she leads me out of the truck.
When did I become so weak? This isn't who I am. This isn't the way my dad raised me. Standing up straighter, I look around and see that night is falling around us. "Come on, we need to get inside and bunker down." I say as I search the dusk for flesh eaters.
"Mak! Mak, hurry! It's Gage!" Lainey yells excitedly.
Rushing inside, I see Gage sitting up on
Backing up, I grab Logan by the arm and he cuts his eyes my way. "Please don't go. We need your help. My Mom needs some food." She laughs. Lifting my Glock, I aim it at her Mom, or what had once been her Mom, but before I can get the shot off Melanie screams. "No, no, don't you dare hurt her!" All three children come running at us, fists flying.
We just make it to the door before we hear the first shot. Turning I see the old man has put a shot through his daughter’s head. The crazed kids cover him on the floor, fists flailing at his old body.
"You killed our Mommy. Why, Gramps, why?" I hear them cry in unison. Just before opening the door to leave these sick people behind, I hear him say, "She wasn't your Mommy anymore."
Logan and I have just reached the Land Rover when I hear a shot ring out, followed quickly by three more. Jumping inside, we roar away. I feel so disheartened and sickened by the happenings in that house. For the first time in a long time I want to cry for humanity. I want to sob for those poor, disillusioned children.
"Should we take down the help sign?" I ask sadly.
Brushing the hair from my face, Logan just shakes his head no. This is the first sign of compassion I've seen from him. Maybe there is hope after all.
Driving down the road we stop at the first nice house we come to that is far enough away from the tragedy we just left behind. We don't want to be reminded of the events from moments earlier and we know we can't stay around the mess left in the yard. Any house close is out of the question because that mess will call to the zombies.
After a thorough search of the house, we find clothes for the kids. With it getting colder they will need coats and warmer clothing. We have blankets piled high in the back of the truck in hopes of finding a permanent place to stay after finding Clara and Beth, if indeed a safe place can be found. Cleaning out the pantry, we find cans of vegetables and soup. Each will sustain us so we grab it up and put it in boxes before we move on. There isn’t any water, but there is a couple of twenty-four packs of cola, which will make Tessa, Gage and Ricky happy. If Gage will ever wake up.
After today's events I am exhausted and ready to get somewhere we can just rest for a day or two, but I know we need to keep going. Gathering as much as we can find, we move from house to house until the truck and SUV are full. We find more gas cans, some with gas some without, but at least we have something to hold more fuel.
The sun’s rays are beginning to fall toward the horizon when we finally reach the last house on the block. I am tired, but today had been productive. We found lots of supplies to not only keep us warm, but to feed us as well.
I am interrupted from my thoughts by Logan, "We might as well get comfy and stay here tonight."
"Hell no. This is still too close to that other house." I say pointing down the road.
Grabbing up the supplies I found, I walk out the door, heading straight for the truck. Once inside I turn the ignition switch only to have the truck turn over, but not crank. Banging my hand down on the steering wheel, I let the deep exhaustion and sadness creep in. Tears come to my eyes as I feel hands grip my shoulder, pushing me into the passenger seat.
"Mak, shh. It's going to be ok." Tessa whispers as she hugs me tighter.
"Come on guys. Grab some supplies and let's make camp inside for the night." Logan says, walking back inside.
"Come on Makayla, let's go inside." Tessa says as she leads me out of the truck.
When did I become so weak? This isn't who I am. This isn't the way my dad raised me. Standing up straighter, I look around and see that night is falling around us. "Come on, we need to get inside and bunker down." I say as I search the dusk for flesh eaters.
"Mak! Mak, hurry! It's Gage!" Lainey yells excitedly.
Rushing inside, I see Gage sitting up on
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